Same stuff as always. I should have the demon named by the end of this chapter. I am really sorry it is taking me so long to write this. You could say I have writing ADD. Just bare with me and please tell others about this story. I am really looking for more reviews and ideas.

Chapter 4

It was night. A very dark night at that. The stars weren't shining and the new moon was out. The night was also unusally quiet. Nothing stirred in the cemetary but the occasional rustling of the leaves and creak of the gate.

A crack of thunder sounded through the head stones and the raccoon that sat in the drooping weeping willow darted for safer ground. A light ripped through the shadow that the weeping willow cast. A petite figure fell through and the light disappeared with a pop.

The figure landed in a heap and lay there. She made a small, strangled sound as she nearly landed on a root. She lifted her head quickly and looked around her, gulping at the air. She let her head fall to ground and she lay where she was.

"Sai-bi!" Kennedy shrieked.

She stood in a desolate cave in front of a small fire.

"Answer me, damnit," she muttered.

She huffed and crossed her arms. The information she had received was not good. Her little plan was quickly failing and she didn't like it.

"Sai-bi!" she demanded again.

The shadows that the fire cast began to stir and collect. Two eyes appeared in them.

"What do you want of me, mortal?" it asked, obviously annoyed that it had been summoned.

"What the hell did you do? I thought we had a deal," she shouted at it.

"What 'deal' was that?" it asked her.

"The Slayer. You were supposed to get rid of her," she spat.

"And I did," it explained. "But what of your end of the bargain?"

"My end? What does that have to with anything?"

"Foolish, selfish mortal," it said and laughed. "I owe you nothing. It is you who owes me."

Kennedy breathed heavily through her teeth and began to pace the cave floor. She knew she should have thought these dealings through before she dealt with a demon. No one had ever asked for anything of her in return for anything. It wasn't fair that Sai-bi had expected something for its services.

"If I promise something in return, will you take her back?" she asked carefully after thinking it through.

"Sorry," it told her, "I'm not interested in Slayers."

It then vanished into the shadows it had sprung from.

Kennedy screamed in pure rage. She slammed her balled fists into the cave wall, will exploded into a thousand different pieces. She picked up a log from the dying fire and threw it from the cave. As she walked out of the cave, she gave the log a kick and stormed back through the woods.

The phone rang twice. Willow was about to hang up when a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?" Angel answered.

"Angel!" Willow said excitedly. "I wasn't sure who else to turn to."

"What is it? Is Buffy okay?" he asked anxiously.

"Uh, well," she stuttered, "if you could answer my question first."

"Oh," he said slowly, "I'm listening."

"Well, I kind of saw something, but not in the 'oh look at that' saw. I mean it was in my head," she explained.

"You had a vision," he replied.

"A vision," she said blankly. "From who?"

"Powers That Be," he answered. "Cordy..."

His end was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry," Willow told him quietly. "I take it she had them, too."

"Yeah."

They were silent as Angel gathered his thoughts again.

"So is Buffy...?" he asked unable to finish the sentence.

"She will be," Willow told him.

"Will be?"

"She's been missing, but I think we've found her."

"Where are you at right now? I'll be there as fast as I can."

"No, don't worry about it. It's under control."

"But-" he said.

"We'll find her. I had a vision, remember?" she cut him off.

"Oh," he replied. "But if anything-"

"It will be okay, Angel," she cut him off again. "I promise."

The two said their goodbyes and hung up. Willow sighed and touched her hand to her forehead.

"Vision, huh," she murmured.

She walked to a lower cabinet and pulled out a tea pot and filled it with water. Willow set the pot on the stove and turned the burner on. As the water was heating up, she pulled down a tea mug from the rack.

She sighed as she listened for the telltale signs of bubbling water. When the pot finally began to whistle, she poured a cup of water into the mug and slid a tea bag into it. Breathing in the steam, she tried to calm herself.

Willow suddenly heard the front door open and slam shut.

"Willow?" she heard Kennedy call out.

"In here," Willow answered.

Kennedy footsteps could be heard padding silently across the carpet. She appeared in the doorway with a curious expression on her face. Their eyes met and they were silent for several moments. Willow's tea was nearly forgotten until Kennedy turned to go up the stairs to their bedroom. Willow watched her go, still wondering what Kennedy was up to.

Dawn walked in as soon as Kennedy had gone. She tossed a thick packet of papers onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Something's up," she told Willow.

"What is?" Willow asked.

"That's the thing," she said. "We don't exactly know. What we do know is that something really did a number on this demon."

She dug out a picture from the pile. A blue demon looked like it had been severely mauled by an animal. Willow looked it over.

"This was found in his chest," Dawn continued and pulled out a jagged piece of wood.

"Slayer?" Willow asked.

"Dana's still in custody. We don't know of any other Slayers like her," she answered.

Willow chewed her bottom lip, pondering the possibilities. She knew Buffy was coming back. She just didn't know when, where, or how.

She dumped what was left in her mug and put it in the sink.

"Willow?" Dawn asked, unsure of her friend's behavior.

"I had a vision," Willow blurted. "And I saw Buffy."

"You saw Buffy?" Dawn said perking up.

"I think," she replied.

Dawn looked at Willow with a concerned look. Willow looked down at the floor before speaking again.

"I saw a blond," Willow answered. "And the face looked like Buffy, but she was different somehow."

"Then we need to be out there looking for her," Dawn said, near yelling at the red-head.

"And we will," she replied. "But we need to know what killed the demon. Maybe it'll lead us to wherever Buffy is now."

Meanwhile, Buffy lay in a corner of a darkened mausoleum. A pile of vampire dust lay just to her right. The makeshift stake was still clenched tightly in her fist. Her eyes were closed but she didn't sleep.

This place looked so familiar to her, but she couldn't remember why. A wind came through the door. Buffy tensed up and sat bolt upright, stake at the ready. When she saw it was nothing, she relaxed a little, but looked at the door suspisciously. She crawled forward a little and looked through the cracked door.

It was so bright out. Couldn't something make it dim? Everything about it was familiar. Buffy strained to remember why she knew it. The only thing she could clearly remember was the Nothingness. She shivered at the thought and backed away, going deeper into the dark.