Author's Note: Sorry, it's so short, but I needed to get this out there before I started on the actual play. I'll probably post the first scene today. Thanks and enjoy!

I got back to the library in about 15 minutes. Willow and the others were scanning books quickly and yet thoroughly.

"Anything?" I asked, dropping into a chair and grabbing a book.

"Not really," Xander answered. "How was your Vamp?" I sent him a death glare.

"Angel is fine, he'll be coming tonight." Xander face contorted in anger and I smirked.

Served him right.

I flipped through the pages looking for something about the Storyteller, but found nothing. I pounded my fist against the table. Darn it! I saw that all the others were looking at me—I blushed.

"Sorry," I mumbled, grabbing another book.

I'm not sure how long I flipped through the books, but it must've been a long while because when I looked up again, Angel was sitting across from me, book in hand. He looked up and grinned.

"Finally," He said, smiling. "I thought you were never going to snap out of it." I checked the room for the others, but they had left. Angel caught my gaze. "Oh, they just went to go get some coffee."

"How long ago was that?" Funny. I hadn't noticed anything.

"About a half an hour ago." I nodded and got up and walked over to Angel. I pulled him into my arms and hugged him.

"Find anything?" My voice was hopeful, but I knew it shouldn't have been.

"No." I sighed and let him rub my back. "It'll all work out, Buffy. You'll see." I wanted so much to believe him, but something in my heart told me that it wouldn't be that easy.

"And if we can't prevent this?" I asked.

"We figure out some other way out of this situation." He grinned as he looked down at me. "We've been through worse." I nodded and let go of him. I glanced at the clock—11:59. One minute left until tomorrow when all our troubles would start. Angel saw it because he gripped my hand tightly.

"I wish—,"

"That you could get started now?" I recognized the voice immediately.

"You!" I yelled, running towards her. She lifted her hand up and flung me aside and into a wall. I could hear Angel call my name.

"Now, now," The Storyteller chided. "Try to show some respect." Angel helped me up and I glared her.

"What do you want?"

"Just thought I'd get the show started a little earlier." She grinned. "I was getting bored."

"You think we're going to let you—"Angel started.

"No, I don't, but you don't have a choice. I control the story, not you." She waved her arms as the library started to fade away. "And I say, the story starts," The room went black and I felt Angel leave and all my thoughts start to disappear. Who was Buffy? An old friend of mine? No, I didn't know any Buffys. My name suddenly appeared in my head—Juliet. Juliet Capulet.

"Now!" A voice yelled.

Then—nothing.

Author's Note: Time for some reviews . . .