Rachel immediately put on some clothes and printed out a map of Egypt. Spike watched in almost morbid fascination as she drew a line in bright yellow highlighter to the Valley of the Kings and circled a side of the valley.

"This section of wall," she proclaimed, pointing to the yellow circle, "is where the entrance is. Once we find out how to open it, the Well of Osiris should be in there."

"Wait, the Well? I never told you what we were looking for, how'd…"

She shook her head, and tapped her temple, "My vision this time was incredibly detailed and it was kinda scary actually…it was as if someone had pressed the brush into my hand and told me I either had to paint or die." She shivered.

Something didn't sit right about that in Spike's mind, but he didn't dwell on it.

"When do you think we can get going?" he asked.

Rachel shrugged, "I don't know. Whenever I can scrounge up the money, I guess…unless you have cash stored somewhere?" she inquired hopefully.

"Nah never was my style."

With a sigh, Rachel started looking for travel agencies on the internet.

Spike laid the artist down on the bed, tucking a strand of burgundy hair back from her face. She had stayed up all night trying to find out just how much the trip to Egypt would cost. The thing was, though, that he didn't want her to come along. Well, he DID, actually, but there was this unsettling feeling he got thinking about her tagging along.

"Something's not right about this whole deal. It wasn't random impulse that made her paint on the walls…" he muttered to himself as he closed the heavy curtains to keep out the sun.

Meanwhile, Edmund was entertaining a guest. The red-headed woman sat across from him at his kitchen table, an untouched cup of coffee steaming in front of her.

"So, what have you found out, my lovely Jess?" he asked, setting his hands up on the table.

Jess shook out her hair, "The spell worked. Now, all we have to do is keep an eye on the vampire. He won't admit it, but I was able to read his mind enough to know that he's crazy about Rachel and would give his existence for her."

Edmund considered this, nodding, "Do you think she'll travel with him?"

"That, I don't know. We'll have to keep an eye on them. If she stays, it'll make it all too easy for us to bait the trap."

"I see…threaten Rachel and the vampire will do anything we say to keep her alive, is that where you're going?"

Jess smiled devilishly, "But of course, dear." She said as she laid a hand on top of the old painters'.

Spike had waited until the sun went down the next day and made sure Rachel had gone to work before he decided to make his escape. The sun had just set and he was making his way to meet an old friend.

"What do you want, Spike?" Angel seethed when he opened the door to his flat.

Okay, not so much a 'friend'.

"I need your help."

The older vampire furrowed his brow in suspicion, "With what?"

"I'm in love. And no, it's not Buffy again."

"But why do you need my help?" Angel folded his arms across his chest.