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BUFFY
Oh! So you're like... what are you?

WOMAN
Guardians. Women who want to help and protect you. We forged this centuries ago, halfway around the world.

BUFFY
Hence, the Luxor Casino theme.

WOMAN
Forged there, it was put to use right here...to kill the last pure demon that walked upon the Earth. The rest were already driven under. And then there were men here, and then there were monks. And then there was a town, and now there was you. And the scythe remained hidden.

BUFFY
I don't understand. How is it possible that we didn't know any of this?

WOMAN
We hid, too. We had to until now. We're the last surprise.

BUFFY
Does this mean I can win?

WOMAN
That is really up to you. This is a powerful weapon. (hands the scythe back to Buffy)

BUFFY
Yeah.

Drusilla watched the burning planet below. From orbit, the vampire watched millions of fires light the night side surface of Arrakis. Something had reached out to the hundreds of millions of demons that had escaped the Hellmouth and instantly burned them alive. Her demon essence knew of only one force that could do that.

The dreaded Destroyer had returned to the world.

She watched the million of fires burning beneath her with a sick feeling of pure dread. Her eyes were wide with both terror and awe.

"The bad daddy is home." She thought. Drusilla reconsidered her chances of capturing the slayer child. "We won't have any pie today!" She muttered to herself.

Drusilla drew upon her decades of Bene Gesserit training. She mixed some of the blood from the ship stores with the black spice created by the Senior Partner. She drank it as her mind slipped down the hollowed corridors of time. With the spice, Drusilla was able to explore her genetic memories as well as any reverend mother but her experience was different from any reverend mother. The black spice gave her access to the supernatural tinge left in the world from which her memories came. She could see the invisible things that haunted the world of the past. She could see the things that would be missed by the secular eye.

Drusilla was fundamentally different that the prophets of this age. She didn't need spice to see the future. She had always had the sight. The amplified blood hit like a thousand volts of electricity. She twisted backwards in a whole body spasm that left claw marks in the arm rest of her captain's chair. The rising chatter of millions of female voices overwhelmed her. Out of the tide of that hellish choir came the one voice that kept order in the clamor. This was a female personality so strong that it kept the other women in line. Without her friend, Drusilla would have become abomination.

"You are the strangest ancestor I've ever met." Her only friend had said. "I have explored the lives inside of me and you are the only ancestor I've ever met that has ever returned to the world." Drusilla had no idea of the magics involved that allowed her spice aware descendant, who had long ago gone into the sand and turned to dust, to be aware of the fact that she existed and to converse with her inside her mind. Drusilla suspected this was a side effect of being resurrected by the Senior Partner.

"So Alia Atreides, sister of Paul Muad'dib, shall we go the market place and see what we can buy?" Drusilla said to her inner voices in her best sing song voice.

"Yes." Alia answered. "Let's find out what we are." She said in a little girl's voice that sounded much, much older and focused than the child she pretended to be. "Let's go to the market and let's see what we can find."

Drusilla sought to know the source of her powers.

In her memories she saw her sisters and father in the market place. They were just coming from church that evening when a band of ragged strangers passed them. It was Angelus and Darla. Drusilla would see the darkness around the demons. Drusilla went pale with horror at what the fates had shown her. She had seen her own blood soaked body, broken, bruised and dying on a dirty floor. Alia studied the memory through Bene Gesserit eyes. With the black spice, they could both critically examine what she really saw.

The aura that surrounded the demon Angelus and Darla was dark red with tinges of black. Drusilla caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window. Her aura was a radiant green and white. The magics that surrounded her were fundamentally different than the magics that surrounded the demons that murdered her.

That was her first clue.

"Something was using you and you didn't even know it." Alia said. "There are demons and there are slayers, and now we know there is a third force working in the background."

Drusilla jumped to latter memories. She reviewed her attack at sietch Kindle. She saw in her minds eye Buffy wrapped in her white body armor. She could see Buffy's aura glow purple white. The other slayers glowed a deep blue. The magics of their creation were fundamentally different than that of Buffy's'. Of the slayer Motorria, she could see nothing. Something terrible was protecting her. Drusilla focused her demon mind on that scene. Her eye caught sight of the scythe used by the slayers in combat. The scythe held by Surayya glowed green white. It glowed exactly the same way her aura had glowed before Angelus had killed her.

Drusilla opened her eyes in shock.

"The Guardians!" She exclaimed. "My powers come from the Guardians!" That thought left her floored. "My bloodline was destined to become the progenitor of the Kwisatz Haderach. I was murdered before my time and the blood line was cut short.

Alia within chuckled. "Ah, Drusilla you never ask the hard questions such as who taught the Guardians how to build mystical weapons? And what is it that the Senior Partners really want with the human race?" It took Alia within a full moment to make the connection.

"Drusilla!" She screamed in the vampires mind. "The baby is in danger! The scythe was forged by the Senior Partners! It's a Trojan horse!

Drusilla didn't hesitate. She activated the ships engines and dove directly down to the planet.

Around Arrakis the fleet was gathering. Under the command of Arshia a great many slayers from Sietch Kindle and the rest of the scoobies gathered for their assault on IX. A fleet of fifty ships floated in battle formation on the dayside of Arrakis.

Aboard the "Sietch Tabr" Surayya was finishing her battle readiness report. She looked up from the computer screen at Amir. Her eyes scanned the outlines of his face. She was attracted to his light beard and trim figure. Surayya knew what her body was telling her. She slowly stood and stretched giving Amir time to look over her young fit body.

Surayya went to the door that lead to her private quarters. She paused a moment by the door.

"I'm going to lay down for a while." She stopped and waited for Amir to respond. When he didn't Surayya added "Are you going to make me sleep alone?"

It took a moment for Amir to catch on. When he did, his jaw dropped as he scurried over to join Surayya in her quarters.