Well here is the next chapter after such a long time. I really hope I don't take that long again. As you all know that I own nothing of Buffy. Please read and review!

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Willow didn't really like the idea of being taken from one location to another without a proper invitation. Part of her couldn't really get it in her head that she was now in another country. After Herlwitten left her she was immediately forced into a car and driven to what looked to be an estate from the Victorian era. The modern décor did justice to the well kept wood work that was very fashionable a hundred years ago.

She was surprised that she had such a beautiful view of an apple orchard and more surprised that she was not locked in her room. Willow went so far as to test if she could leave the estate and was only greeted by smiles and 'how do you do's' by the workers as she walked by. As soon as she reached the gate to leave a heaviness gripped her chest and she found it difficult to breath.

So she was bound here until her captor, this Finder, decided it was time for her to leave or be imprisoned further. She tried her best with the limited knowledge of magic she had to locate her friends. All she could find through a little mirror magic was that they were no longer in Sunnydale.

Willow didn't need a spell to know where Spike was. He was in the estate but was told that she would never find him no matter how close they were.

He was currently sitting in a chair in the same room as Willow. They met a few days ago where they got each other up to speed. After the shock and many attempts at the gate to leave Willow tried to put together a plan that would not involve the gate. Giles remained uncharacteristically quiet.

"There must be some way out of this."

"Careful what you say here Willow. These walls have ears and eyes."

"So where are we exactly? Aside from the spell that prevents me from leaving there is something odd about this place."

Giles smiled knowing exactly what she was talking about. "We are nowhere Willow. This estate is pulled out of time. That spell prevents me and everyone you see here from leaving."

Willow wasn't sure that she believed him. "They work here, or…"

"Or, Willow. Let's stick with that."

"Wait so you said you where here three weeks? But you were only gone for a…oh, this place has no time. Does that mean we won't age?"

He wondered about that himself. "Well if this place has no time then I suppose that it could be possible."

"Spike seems to be alright. I don't feel him in any pain."

"He'll be left alone now that you are here."

"Why did they have to hurt him in the first place? Why not send me note?"

Giles almost smiled at that. "They did, he tore it up and they got angry with him, and me."

Willow was frustrated. There was no time and yet Spike was so close and this Finder was just upsetting her to no end.

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Spike knew Willow was in this blasted estate and found out that he was also out of time with her. He heard every word Willow and Giles said.

'There must be some way out of this.'

Spike stood in front of her visibly upset and feeling more than awkward dressed in clothes he wore when he was mortal. It was a more stinging punishment than he thought it would be. He thought it would be worse to not see her but the thought that he could see her but not communicate with her was growing more and more irritating.

"Well Willow I am sure that they pulled us out of time so we could easily escape." He turned to Giles.

'Careful what you say here Willow. These walls have ears and eyes.'

"What's the American term? Oh that's right, no shit Sherlock."

'So where are we exactly? Aside from the spell that prevents me from leaving there is something odd about this place.'

Spike knew the answer and it burned his guts that he was unable to speak to her and yell at that blasted disgrace of a Watcher. He went over and swung his fist at Giles. Each time his hand went through him like an apparition.

"Bloody sodding house and bloody sodding chip!" He was grateful the chip didn't flair up due to him not being able to hurt anyone.

Giles smiled knowing exactly what she was talking about. 'We are nowhere Willow. This estate is pulled out of time. That spell prevents me and everyone you see here from leaving.'

Willow wasn't sure that she believed him. 'They work here, or…'

'Or, Willow. Let's stick with that.'

"The word you are looking for is slave or how about prisoner. This is where Buffy should have sent Angelus. Though I doubt it would have fazed that ego centric ponce."

'Wait so you said you where here three weeks? But you were only gone for a…oh, this place has no time. Does that mean we won't age?'

Willow's question struck a chord with him. There was something about the way the Finder spoke about the estate and the vampire's imprisonment. "I don't think we're leaving Love. This is the prison to keep us apart. No wonder that…BOLLOCKS!"

'Well if this place has no time then I suppose that it could be possible.'

'Spike seems to be alright. I don't feel him in any pain.'

'He'll be left alone now that you are here.'

"Yes, I am left alone, have been alone for a year!" Spike turned to Giles again. "You complained for being here three weeks. Try being here for a year. I know it's been a year since I could see the bloody moon. I counted and it's been a year! A year of bags in blood. A year of wearing these sodding dated clothes. A year wondering what happed to…" He stopped himself before admitting something that the old bag couldn't beat out of him.

'Why did they have to hurt him in the first place? Why not send me note?'

'They did, he tore it up and they got angry with him, and me.'

Spike sat on the sofa just to the right and behind Willow. "They're angry with no one, Love. They already won."

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Xander managed to find a couple of plastic bags that were littered on the side of the road. One of them was empty while the other was filled with used tampons and maxi pads.

"Oh, I am so not using that one. I don't care I'd rather get glass in my foot."

Anya looked at the bag with some happiness. "Xander on the Lorviix world men thought it to be the height of luck to walk in women's menstrual blood. It brought them power. The older the better."

Xander was getting used to Anya's interesting take on what was normal and simply shrugged her idea off. "Well if I ever go there I'll bring a huge bag of the stuff."

"We'd be sooo rich there; especially if it's human menstrual blood."

Buffy really didn't want to hear more of this conversation. "Xander, I'll give you a sock. They're stretchy enough I think."

Xander ditched the bag and put on the sock that just covered the heel. "Thanks it will do I guess."

They walked until they came to a bus stop. "This is good except we don't have any British money on us." Xander huffed as he sat down on a bench."

Then Buffy had a thought. "Wait I have a bank card. My mom told me that her bank card worked in Canada at an international bank machine when she was looking to buy some art."

"Great do you have your bank card with you?" Anya asked with enthusiasm.

Buffy reached into her pocket and found her wallet. "I think we are in business. Now for a bank machine."

"How about we just call the Watchers counsel up and say hello. Not like they won't find out we're here anyway."

Buffy almost laughed then smiled. "That's even better than the bank card. Hey I am the slayer after all. That must get me bonus points."

Anya almost took a hold of Buffy to shake her. "Buffy honestly are you joking? I now know why blonds get the reputation for being stupid. The Watchers captured your watcher. I am not surprised they haven't come looking for you to show you Giles' replacement. Trust me they will come looking for us, and us meaning you and since we are with you I mean us."

Even Xander couldn't argue with Anya's logic and not because he didn't understand her this time. "She's right, we need to hide or get to some friendly turf. Anya you must have spent some time in England during your demon days to know of a few places we could be welcomed."

"Oh, there's the Forlack bar they really like humans, no wait not there they like humans on the menu. I delivered a few there before…don't worry they were really bad humans. They raped women and tortured them first and after. They were bad, bad men."

"Anya, there must be one place that is human and slayer friendly." Xander was getting annoyed after tearing a hole in Buffy's sock.

Anya thought for a moment. "I got it. I just have to remember the words. For the need…not that's not it. Um, for those that need a trip. Those, those, for those that knows.." She scratched her head. "Got it, for those that know their goal but not the road to go."

In seconds a large double decker bus appeared. Buffy and Xander spoke in unison. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Day bus for those lost. Oi, y'er not witches!" The skinny bus attendant spoke.

"I am. I spoke the words. Now let us on!" Anya pushed past the weakling attendant. Buffy and Xander followed suit.

Buffy, Xander and Anya sat down near the back of the bus. Thankfully there were no other passengers. It was Buffy that spoke first. "Is Harry Potter real?"

Anya scoffed. "No, of course not. You really are blond. They stole the bus idea from Rowling. The British witches found the idea funny and so here you have it. I found that out as I was granting a wish for a witch that wanted revenge against her mortal lover who turned out to be married and didn't tell her and so…"

"Anya alright, so where are we headed?" Xander learned when to cut her off before she couldn't be stopped. He learned enough about how vengeful a woman can be to scare him into being faithful for eternity and back.

"Oh the centre of London of course. That's our goal."

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