Spike stared incredulously at the British librarian, then laughed humourlessly. "So you think it's funny to mess with my mind? Tell me rubbish about Buffy to screw with my head? I think you people are sick. My girlfriend bloody died two weeks ago, and now you tell me some bollocks about her being a 'Slayer'?"
Spike walked towards the door, but just as he was about to push through it, the two doors opened momentarily then slammed together with an ominous crash.
Spike slammed his shoulder in vain against the wood, struggling desperately to get out. When he could not, he stood back and looked at the door in shock.
"Who are you people?" was all Spike managed to choke out.
Willow stood up, and snapped her fingers, allowing a small amount of sparks to erupt out, flashing briefly before vanishing into the air. "I'm a witch."
Spike could do nothing but gape in amazement at the red head, who up until a minute ago he had always labelled as another boring nerd.
"And I," Giles strode forward, "am a Watcher. Well, I was supposed to be Buffy's watcher. But every time I tried to get close to her to tell her that she had just been called as the new Slayer, people always surrounded her. She was only called about three days before her death, and she never knew about her gift."
"What? What's a Watcher?" Spike asked, despite all his effort to get out, becoming interested in the story. After all, if witches existed, then why couldn't vampires and slayers? Buffy had been unusually strong in the last few days of her life- lifting things, even people in cheerleading, with more than apparent ease.
"A Watcher is the Slayer's guardian- teaches and trains her to help fight against the demons. Whenever the Slayer dies, a new one is called. However, there is a big problem with Buffy's untimely death. I have just received word of an ancient and horrifically powerful vampire on the rise to escape his underground prison, where he has been trapped for the past several hundred years. The newly called Slayer, whom I have heard from my Council sources has been activated in Brazil, where there is also threat of a wide scale apocalypse. We desperately need Buffy back- otherwise the Master will rise without a fight, and the Earth will be doomed."
Spike was confounded. "You're going to have to start at the beginning."
Giles explained briefly about the history of Slayers- in every generation there is a chosen one, etc etc. Spike was stunned- he still wasn't sure whether to believe them or not, but all evidence pointed to them telling the truth.
Then Giles started explaining the history of the Master- everything about the über vampire he had found out so far.
"So," Giles finished, "The Harvest is in a few days, and with no Slayer here to stop it, the Master will be free and the world as we know it will cease to exist."
Spike sat heavily into a nearby chair. "But…Buffy's gone." Each word pained him, but it was the truth. How exactly did Giles expect to bring her back?
"Well, Spike, this is Sunnydale. The dead don't tend to stay dead for very long." It was Willow who spoke this time, stepping forward to address Spike.
Spike looked up at her blinked. "What do you mean?"
Xander lifted up a decorated terracotta urn, painted with strange symbols. "With this…we can bring Buffy back from the dead."
Spike turned towards the doors again. "That is absolutely crazy. I almost believed your rubbish about vampires and demons, god how stupid am I?" He banged on the doors, and then yelled, "Let me out!"
"I will if you really want me too, Spike, but we're telling the truth," Willow said.
Spike heaved a massive sigh. "Just let me out."
Willow, Giles and Xander looked at each other, and Willow waved her hand at the door, which opened with a sticky squelch. Spike walked right out without turning back, walking faster to escape the mutterings of the students. As the library doors swung shut again, Willow turned to Giles and Xander.
"It looks like we're going to have to find someone else to complete the circle."
Giles nodded. "But who? Spike was our last resort."
"What about Angel or Cordelia?" Xander suggested.
"Are you kidding? It was blind luck that Spike stumbled in here by himself. Angel and Cordelia would never talk to us, let alone believe what we said. No, it'll have to be someone else." Willow pondered, her eyes gazing into the distance.
"What about the young man you seem quite taken with, the musician fellow?" Giles offered, causing Willow to grin.
"Yeah, good thinking Giles, Oz probably would do it. And, being a werewolf, he might even add a bit of a power boost to the circle." Willow stood from her chair and marched to the doors, "I'm going to find Oz," her eyes took on a dangerous gleam, "and tonight, we bring Buffy back."