A/n: Wow an update...Shows I still haven't completely given up on this thingy...Sadly enough my last update I was like woot woot '05. Thats really sad. Seeing as I graduated and am on my second year of college. I really want to update this more, and finish it. Seeing as it really is one of my better crappier ideas.I'm just busy. Anyways...another installment will be coming soon hopefully.Maybe tomorrow. Or, whenever I can get to my computer.

Yours,

TCavity

Oh yeah, and for those of you who might not of known this...Although, I am sure most of you do. William Blake-famous British Poet (My favorite Poet) of the Romantic Era wrote the poem th Chimeny Sweeper. Actually, he wrote two of them. One in Song's of Innocence and another in Song's of Experience. The quotation I used came from the Songs of Experience's Version.

Therefore I should

Disclaimer: I , TheCavity, do not own any good British Poems. Unfortunately, I do not own The Chimney Sweeper and realize. That Spike is in no way connected to William Blake. Although, it would be cool if he was. And this fan fic does not in anyway express any views held by the Buffy people (who I do not own) or the deceased William Blake. Which is also very unfortunate. However, the idea was mine, and You people can't have it sticks tongue out

Dawn sat on Connor's bed still shocked from everything that had happened earlier. It was 2:00 Am and she could not even think about sleeping. Looking into Connor's eyes she knew that he felt the exact same way.

"I can't believe all of that just happened. I can't believe were still alive" she said her voice shaky as she looked down at the dark blue comforter.

"We're screwed you know. Very very screwed. Buffy gone. Its going to be a hell on Earth"

"Anya,Willow,Xander,and Spike will figure it out.They always do"

"Not this time Dawn its going to be intense, and I don't think any of them can save us. Dawn, we're on our own"

"What do you mean we're on our own. I told you we've got Anya,Willow,Xan-"

"Did you notice how that demon disappeared and no one noticed but us?" Connor interrupted.

" I noticed, why?"

"Because...that's a target demon. It has another name, but it only targets certain people. Dawn. that thing is after us, and no one else can see it. And now that Buffy is out of the way it has a clear shot. I'm starting to think all of this was a set up. To get to us"

"Are you saying someone in hell wants us you know gone?"

"I'm saying someone in hell wants us dead" Connor said raking a hand through his hair. He always had a knack for saying things that no one wanted to say

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'I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this' were the thoughts in Willow's head just before she began the spell. Her hands shaky. The spell of Sitika. But, who would it be? who would be the human sacrifice?

She began summoning the strength inside of her tuning herself with nature. Smelling the incent of lavendar as it went through her nose and filled her body up. The trick of this spell was to resist all temtpation. Tara's voice in her ear so quietly becoming louder and louder as hands wrapped around her body. She couldn't stop thinking Tara...Tara...Tara.

Resist willow...Resist. and with those words in her head she tensed her body up only to hear the Tara's intense scream. Tara was hurting, going to hell. No, Tara doesn't belong in hell. She had to save her from hell.

Resist willow...Resist

She began the incantation all the while Tara's screaming filled her ears and her very body she needed Tara. She loved Tara. Was an illusion all that bad? Tara couldn't hurt, Willow promised herself that she would shield her from pain and hurt.

Resist willow...Resist

And, then it happened as if in slow motion the cold metal in Warren's hand the silver bullet making its way through the window. She could stop the bullet if she just gave herself to it. She could save Tara, if she could catch it in her hand. If she could just reach far enough. And, her and Tara would be the way they were meant to be. Tara's voice was whispering in her ear now no longer screaming.

"Follow me Willow"

RESIST WILLOW...RESIST.

And, then it happened the realization of waking up into reality. Willow was back and in front of her friends. Tara wasn't there her voice was no longer in her ear, and that lavendar smell was gone.She was back to reality. The spell was done.

"Its over" she said as tears were falling down her cheek "the spell is done the sacrifice over.Buffy is on her way back" tears were really falling down her cheek unstopping. She had let Tara go for Buffy's sake again. She was always loosing her to Buffy, always.

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Cindy was walking through the graveyard, and she could feel in her loins the Spell of Sitika had just been performed. The prophecy was going to come true. She thought. Never before had she felt so sure of herself.

Quick quiet feet in the night. Vampires always thought that she couldn't hear them and know they were there.

"Where are your father & mother say?"

"They have both gone up to church to pray" she responded. And, turned around to look at the vampire in the leather duster.

"I knew I had seen you before. I knew it" Spike said. "You see back when I was William, or better known today as William Blake. I wrote a poem called the Chimney Sweeper"

And, you my dear were the one that was in the snow, and while you may not remember me. I remember you. Because your answer bothered me so much I wrote a poem about it. I knew you looked familiar. You an your italianess really threw me off, and then I remembered I would never forget those eyes."

"And?" cindy said her voice cracking as she walked nearer to a gravestone behind her growing paler and paler by the second.

"You obviously are not a vampire or a zombie. So,what are you doing my dear chimney sweep. In this century. Where you obviously don't belong?"

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Buffy saw a mole on Angel's cheek. A mole? what was that doing there it obviously didn't belong there.Definately not...It belonged anywhere ele but on his perfect cheek. Where was she? What was she doing here? Where were Dawn and her family? And, then she realized with certainty she did not belong here.Pulsating near the door was the ball she had touched to get here. Certainly that would bring her out of here. And she ran toward the pulsating ball and grabbed onto it with both hands. Yes, she needed to get back to reality.

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In front of a crying Willow she stood. Somber faces on everyone around her.

"Buffy,you're back...Its nice to see you" Xander said.

"It is certainly nice to see you" Willow said with sarcasm dripping from her voice as she ran upstairs.

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Connor and Dawn were still in Connor's room oblivious to the fact that Buffy had gotten back.

"So, I assume that we need to find away to protect ourselves."

"No, we stay here...Ready to fight" Connor said. "You should run...I'm going to fight this thing, and hopefully we'll both be alive."

"Connor...you can't stay and fight this thing alone"

"I can do anything I want to do"

"Well...if you are going to fight this Target demon you'll need help. With grit and determination Dawn looked Connor in the eye."And...I'm not going to back down I will help." Dawn said thinking about all that she had been through with Buffy there to save her. She was on her own now. It was time to work without Buffy. She would always appreciate how her sister wanted her to live a normal life and to hide in the face of danger, but Dawn was not going to hide anymore. Dawn was not going to run. She and Connor were going to do what they were born into. A world of Angel's and Demons a world where to be alive they had to fight. And, fight hard.

Connor saw this in her eyes, and although Dawn still annoyed him a little. He respected her.

"We're going to have to research first."

"Don't worry my sister is the slayer. I'm like a little librarian. My name should be Dawn Demon Researcher Summers" she chuckled to herself.

'Perfect way to the ruin the moment' Connor thought rolling his eyes.