"Willow. She says it's important. Stuff on Illyria", Spike whispered, his hand wrapped around the base of the portable phone. Buffy's heart rate began to increase and her palms were starting to sweat.

"No. I can't do it. Not yet. Tell her, I'm asleep or something I don't know. Make her tell you what she knows."

"Pet, I've tried that. She won't tell anyone but you." Spike continued his way over to Buffy, who was now perched on the edge of the bed again.

"Just speak to her love. She's your friend. Bet she's missing you like hell." The covers crumpled in her fists as she squeezed her palms tightly together.

"No. I can't." Even she could see that Spike was becoming frustrated with her cowardly behaviour now.

"I know you're scared. I know you're worried what everyone'll think but you need to take this call. This information about Illyria could give her a future. We need as much of a head start as possible" Buffy didn't need Spike to explain who he meant by 'her' twice. She glanced between her stomach and the phone in Spike's pale palm several times before sighing loudly and snatching the phone from him.

"H-Hello", she stuttered down the line.

"Buffy!", Willow almost screeched.

"We've all been so worried. Spike said that you were okay but I had to know for myself. Why didn't you return my calls? Is everything okay?"

"Woah, slow down Will. Everything's fine. I've just had a lot on."

"It's nothing to do with Illyria is it? If it is, you should've told us.

"No. No it's not her." Buffy could feel one of her nausea headaches coming on. This wasn't good. Willow would be sure to ask questions if she had to leave the call suddenly.

"Talking of Illyria, what's the stuff you've found on her?"

"Oh right. Giles was looking into it but nothing came up so we turned to the legends again. We're still not even sure if it's real but we've discovered something that freaks her out pretty badly."

"Yeah?", Buffy ushered impatiently.

"It's a female spirit called..." Buffy recognised a familiar sound of rustling papers.

"Achurra. Legend says that she lives in the Deeper Well, where Illyria's sarcophagus was right? Achurra guarded Illyria's tomb specifically but obviously something must've happened that caused Illyria to get past her when she was delivered to Wolfram and Hart. It is possible for her to leave the Well and torment her victim."

"Sounds like a nasty piece of work", Spike called from behind. Buffy forgot about his enhanced vampire hearing.

"No. Not really", Willow explained, who had also heard Spike's comment.

"She just does as she's told. She was probably instructed by Drogan, the former keeper of the Deeper Well".

"Is there any way we can find her or call her?" Buffy wasn't afraid to moved swiftly forward.

"She has no appearance or smell or anything but according to the accounts of people who have claimed to have seen her, her scream is like that of a howling child. I'm not in the queue to hear that anytime soon." Buffy was too frozen to the spot to take in Willow's remark.

"Her scream is like that of a howling child", she repeated under her breath. Spike was behind her in moments after sensing the distress in her voice.

"What is it love?"

The colour blue. Screaming. Blood. It all made sense now. After Illyria had attacked them in the abandoned building in Greece, she spent many evenings afterwards remembering those 3 things. She couldn't make them out but now they were as clear as daylight. Blue. Illyria. Blood. Her blood from her injury but most importantly, screaming. Achurra's screaming. In her dream, the screaming was that of a little girl. Achurra was there, scaring Illyria off.

"Willow I gotta go," Buffy hung up and placed the phone on the nearest table before explaining to Spike about her dream and Achurra were linked.

"It was her! I know it."

"Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. We can't be sure right now."

"What other explanation is there? Illyria never runs away from a fight!" Buffy was close to becoming hysterical if someone didn't calm her down soon. Spike approached her and gently cupped her face in his hands.

"Giles is working on it. Can't do anything about it from here. You just need to calm down okay?" Buffy didn't look away from his shining blue orbs, afraid that she'd be tempted to run straight out of the door and get on a plane back to Greece. A slight gulping sound escaped her throat as she nodded, still panting a little from her panic attack. Suddenly, she pulled away from Spike as a foreign feeling came over her, originating from her abdomen. Like someone had traced a fingernail over her insides. It was the oddest sensation she'd ever felt. She barely noticed Spike's horrified expression as she stepped backwards a few more paces and into the wall when it happened again. Her automatic reaction was to clutch at her bump to try and brush off what ever was causing the uncomfortable movements until she realised there was nothing she could do on the outside.

What the fuck is going on?