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Ch 12 Where The World Stops Spinning

Willow, Dawn, and Xander were behind a pub. It wasn't located in the best part of Cleveland. And it was probably a demon bar considering the vampires that they had just dusted. They were out looking for the last ingredient for Willow's thickening spell, a piece of the dimensional wall.

"It should be around here somewhere…" Willow mumbled looking at her map, "The crack should be in this area...within a few feet I guess."

There was nothing that screamed dimensional portal in the alley, Xander thought. It screamed, city budget for street cleaning, but not entrance for demons.

A dumpster was tipped over with garbage spewing from the mouth of it. Trash was all over the ground and red spray paint covered the outside of the brick building. 'Oh wait that's blood,' Xander realized. "Hey Will? What do you make of this?"

Xander's "spray paint" was on the wall and door, leading into what they assumed was the backroom of the pub. It covered the knob and a fairly clear handprint was on the brick wall.

"That couldn't be human could it?" Dawn asked looking the size of the handprint, "I mean with a hand that big he would have to be over 8 ft tall."

"You're probably right Dawnie," Xander agreed, "We better check and see what kind of damage he did inside."

Xander turned the knob with his sleeve and pulled the door wide ready to face the worst. But it wasn't the worst. It was shocking sure, but definitely not bad in Xander's opinion.

"Well, well, Willy," Xander smiled, "Someone finally got tried of you snitching on them?"

Willow was sure, Willy, the owner of 'Willy's Place' back in Sunnydale, would have answered but that wasn't a feasible option at the moment. Willy was sitting in a pair of blue striped boxer shorts and a white ribbed tank top. He was strapped to a chair with what looked like a large amount of duck tape covering his mouth.

Muffled words came from Willy accompanied with a glare that was so familiar to Xander that he started to laugh. "Alright, alright. Give me two seconds Willy and you will be right as... well you were never quite right now were you?"

Angrier mumbling was followed by the sound of tape ripping off skin and a scream "Ow! You couldn't have been a little gentle?"

Xander was smiling again as he bent down to untie the leg restraints. Replacing Xander as the responsible adult Dawn asked, "What happened Willy?"

"Oh god! You're the Slayer's kid sister! Grown up a bit, didn't recognize you. Slayer is going to ruin business all over again isn't she? How is a 'fella supposed to make his way in the world when the Slayer keeps killing his clientele?" Willy cried out.

"Well, maybe you would like to tell us which on of your clientele decided to tie you to a chair, and leave bloody handprints on the outside of your bar?" Willow said untying one of the arm restraints.

"If it was one of mine, you wouldn't find out from me who it was. I have a new tight lips policy," Willy explained to the white hats disbelief," But since it wasn't one of my customers… I will tell you that he was a big guy, brown, scaly, red eyes and weird choice of wardrobe."

Dawn was in her element. She pulled out a note pad from her purse and began taking notes, hoping that later on, research would be easier with them. "Weird wardrobe? What do you mean?"

"Looked like he came out of the Stone Age. Or he could have been a Viking! I mean he didn't have the hat with horns or anything-" Willy was stumbling through his sentences when Dawn cut him off.

"Okay no hat with horns, what was he wearing?"

"Boots made out of animals," Willy said with slight disgust, "I see some pretty awful things running a demon bar, but none of my guys have ever have worn freshly skinned boots before...still had the fur on them."

Willow's bottom lip stuck out slightly and her brows creased in disgust. "So I guess that means they don't have department stores where he comes from."

"Yeah where ever that is," Willy agreed, "I mean when he came through the portal it didn't seem like a happy place on the other side. Do you guys know where they are having a demon civil war?"

Silence met Willy's words, followed quickly by disbelief and anger. Xander got lucky and was the first to express the latter. "He came through a portal? What about that didn't strike you as important enough to tell us that first?"

"Where is it? The portal?" Willow asked, displeasure in the bartender's actions evident in her voice.

"It appeared in the storage room yesterday after closing... 'bout sunrise." Willy nodded in the direction of an unassuming wood door that looked like it was barely holding onto its hinges. "Is there something I should know? Another apocalypse? 'Cuz I can move shop, heard there's a really nice hellmouth down under! Whole new clientele down there, sun loving demons and lots of vamps from what I hear."

Willow wasn't listening to Willy, she had stopped the moment he had pointed out the location of the dimensional tear. Glass was scattered on the floor inside of puddles of blood and beer. The shelves that had obviously lined the walls were broken and twisted. Willow stepped inside and tried to avoid stepping into the blood on the floor. Along the sidewall, just out of sight from the doorframe, all the metal shelving was bent at extreme angles away from the portal.

It wasn't what Willow had been expecting. It looked like someone had broken a large window. But the dimensional walls were much more clear than any glass, and the tear didn't end in a frame like a picture window would. Instead the walls grew more and more opaque the further it got from the sharp edges of the hole, until they were the walls of Willy's storage room again. While they were clear they seemed to give off light; white, silver, gold, pink, yellow, green, and blue were all there changing like the northern lights. The walls themselves, in Willow's opinion, were beautiful. What was on the other side of the brilliant colors, on the other hand, was the opposite.

Fire, pain, and death were all that Willow was able to see on the other side. She kept looking and saw demons fighting other demons, and Earth shattering quakes that sent the inhabitants crashing into the ground. If Willow listened carefully through the tear, howls of pain could be heard and crying of demon children. If this is what it was like on the other side, Willow couldn't fathom what it was going to be like if the walls came crashing down, allowing this hell onto Earth.

"Willow?" Dawn asked cautiously.

Willow turned her head away from the destruction and gave what she hoped was a smile in Dawn's direction. "Found it Dawnie, just picking up a piece of the wall..." She started scouring the floor, as the words left her mouth, for a small piece of the brilliant glass.

"Okay..." Dawn turned back to Xander. He had finished untying the bar keep and was explaining the situation to him.

"-So if you don't keep your mouth shut its the end of the world. Got it?" Xander pointed his finger threateningly.

"Got it! These lips will say nothing." Xander did not believe Willy's statement, because in the next second, he had Willy pinned to the wall feet barley touching the ground.

"Good because if I find out you let the cat out of the bag, I will end you." Willy raised an eyebrow at Xander's threat. Xander may be scary to another human who didn't run with the demon crowd, but to Willy, Xander was about as deadly as a paper cut. Xander realized this quickly and rolled his eyes. "Let me rephrase. I will send the Slayer, Angelus, and William the Bloody after your sorry hide. Do we understand each other?"

Willy nodded and Xander released him. "Wait... Spikes back?"

"Yep and as bad as ever. So watch yourself." Dawn threw out. She was feeling left out in all the threatening that was going on, "Did you find a piece Will?"

The redhead re-appeared holding a piece of fabric wrapped around a jagged stake size piece of the wall. "Yeah, come on, we have to get back and do the spell as soon as possible."

"So you guys come threaten me and then don't even stay to clean up?" Willy complained.

"Shut up and be happy you still have all your parts," Willow pointed out as she turned to the storage room. She then began sealing the room off to make sure no one tried to get into the hell dimension. Willow called upon the magics and locked the room. The door reassembled itself and slammed shut at her command, leaving Willy staring at it as if it had grown legs. "I've locked it. No one will be able to get in there...or hopefully out."

"Wait a second!" Willy yelled as the trio started for the door. "There's going to be more of those things coming through the back of my place?"

"You should stay off hellmouths Willy. It's bad for business." Xander called back over his shoulder, and then to his friends, "I kinda missed ol' Willy, reminds me of home."

"OW!" Buffy cringed as she ran her shin into another rock. She began to grumble about the underground dweller that was leading her through pitch black.

"It is not Carl's fault that you lost your light!" The white fur ball defended himself shouting from somewhere in the immediate darkness. Unfortunately, the little monster was right; Buffy had been holding the flashlight and had dropped it somewhere in her attempt to leave the crumbling cavern.

"How much longer?" Buffy questioned," We have to be getting close, my kneecaps can't take much more."

"Are all Buffys impatient or is this trait specific to you?"

Buffy considered explaining that she was human but it seemed like it would be wasted on her furry guide.

"We are close. After this corner you should be able to see the light belonging to the Book of White."

"Wait what cor-" Thankfully she had put up her good hand just before she came inches from running head first into another wall. Being sightless and looking for something alive and moving was far easier than trying to avoid the still and silent walls. Carl was really not being any help. But in order not to anger her only way out of the catacombs beneath Sunnydale, Buffy took a deep breath and asked which way she should be going. With the help of a few directions she was able to make the sharp corner that had been just off to her left.

Buffy rounded the corner; she could see the faintest of white light shining at the far end of the tunnel, peaking around another twist in the structure. Quickening her pace, Buffy made her way towards the light, with each step it was easier and easier for her to make out her surroundings. The walls were no longer natural with cracks and the roughness of rocks jutting in and out of the surface; instead they were smooth like marble with intricate designs covering the surface. As she got closer and closer to the white light, the floor changed from hazardous to more of the brilliant white and grey that tiled the walls.

"Nice, who decorated this place? Maybe they could do the warehouse up."

"The Powers That Be, hid the Book of White here, behind the unbreakable stone so that only those who were willing to search would find it," Carl stated. They reached the end of the corridor and turned the final corner revealing the book itself.

The room was coated in more of the white and grey stone from floor to ceiling. More of the same rose in the form of a pillar, seemingly in the center of the room. The floor was made of one uninterrupted piece of the marble-like substance. And the light, it seemed to be coming for the stone itself. But it was what was on top of the pillar that had immediately caught Buffy's eyes. A large leather spine book that was easily 500 pages and the size of one of Dawn's binders for school, rested on top of the stone. However, there was one thing Buffy hadn't expected.

"Um...Carl? This book is definitely black." Buffy looked at the thick black leather cover, knowing Giles would fall all over himself to admire it.

"You asked for the Book of White!" Carl squeaked in protest. "This is the Book of White!"

"I just guess… I thought it would actually be white." Buffy shrugged closing the distance between her and the text.

"So literal. The Book of White is filled with the purest of magics. Ones that The Powers That Be used to finalize our world, along with the history of the world and its counter parts." Carl explained seemly exasperated with the slayer's lack of knowledge. "They said they'll hide it until the Queen, Key, and Soul were to need it."

"Talk to them often, do you?"

"Only once at the beginning of my term... lovely beings." Carl replied with a glazed over look in his eyes, that told Buffy he was remembering the past, but just as quickly he snapped out of it. "I have brought you here Buffy. Now I must tend to the rest of the relics."

The critter started to leave but Buffy grabbed it by the back of its pants. She held it so its eyes were level with hers and said, "Hey! You can't leave me here! How am I supposed to get out? The only way I know is caved in!"

"The Book of White will show you the way," Carl explained. "But it will not do it with me here. The book was only meant for the Queen, the Key, the Soul and The Powers That Be. Now put me down! I have become quite uncomfortable!"

Buffy quickly set the Carlosea down on the ground and watched as he adjusted his pants. "Thank you for helping me get here."

"You are indeed welcome. I hope to one day meet more Buffys. You are strange creatures." Carl gave her one last toothy grin then made for the exit disappearing around the corner, leaving Buffy alone in the white chamber.

Buffy turned her back to the exit and looked down once again at the Book of White. Her hand reached down to touch the cover. She ran her fingertips over the small designs that filled the black canvas. In her inspection, Buffy realized there was a lock on the book. And it wasn't just another piece of leather that held it together and could be easily-broken-by-Buffy's-awesome-strength-lock. No it was a black metal that circled the middle of the book like a vice. No immediate lock jumped out at her, just the metal circling the book and a decorative emblem on the front.

She should have known that when she picked up the book something would happen. She had watched all the Indiana Jones movies. Buffy had taken the book off of the pedestal and forgotten her bag of sand. The ground started to shake violently beneath her feet and cracks started appearing in the tile. Taking position up against the pillar Buffy clung to the book. Unfortunately, that was the worst spot for her to be.

The stone pedestal suddenly gave way and the ceiling started to tumble down on top of her. Large chunks of the marble fell to the floor cracking it further, while revealing the ordinary tunnel walls, which to Buffy's dismay also started to crumble with the force of the tremors.

"What the hell! It stands sturdy when Spike caves in the city but it can't hold itself together when I come to borrow a book?" Buffy ranted as she ducked into the exit tunnel. She ran around the corner to be clear of the falling debris that was caving in. Time ticked by as Buffy watched from a safe distance. The illuminating tile was covered with rocks and dirt until the light was covered, leaving Buffy once again trapped in the darkness.

The sounds of the room tumbling to the ground still reached the slayer's ears. She was trapped with one exit that was blocked by an avalanche. An easily agitated bug that was on the other side of the exit and a secret exit that was not revealing itself to her. Buffy stood sighing wondering how on Earth she would make her way down the tunnel, holding the book and not injuring her wrist further. "Guess I have no choice...I'm going to have to blame Carl for this."

Buffy had taken two steps away from the chamber when one tumbling bolder sent her sprawling to the floor. "Son of a bitch!" her wrist was throbbing now and in the process she had dropped the book. Luckily for her, the light allowed her to see exactly where she had dropped it and she picked it up quickly.

"Wait a second..." Buffy whispered her realization to the dirt walls. Whipping back around Buffy saw a beam off light streaming through the now gigantic hole in the ceiling. She scrambled quickly over to it and looked up. She spoke to herself "Good news is there's a way out. Bad news it's about 3 stories up and I have a broken wrist."

After few moments of contemplating scaling the walls and wondering what she could use as rope, Buffy spoke again to the empty cavern. Her own words echoing back at her "Great news I can call for help." Rubbing the stone on her right hand, the best she could with her forearm, she said the incantation Willow had told her. The stone changed colors so she took it as a good sign. "Bad news, the guys aren't going to let me live this one down."

Willow was sitting in the middle of a sacred circle, doing something Spike would really rather not be a part of. He didn't trust magic. Basic science was that nothing could be destroyed or created, just transferred. And when you're dealing with magic, you can't always tell what or where you were transferring.

Not saying that he didn't trust Willow. Red had learned her lesson and was careful, but he still got a little jumpy when the mojo came out.

"All right, I'm ready I had to adjust some components but this should do the trick," Willow announced to the room.

"What kind of changes did you make Willow?" Giles asked while reading the spell Willow had said she would be using.

"Basically, it's a house protection spell that we are going to be using. But since I'm not exactly protecting a house, I had to up the power a little bit." Willow explained, "I've just changed some of the words to include the whole dimension and added a few extra safety precautions."

"Haven't you done a spell like this before? " Dawn asked, "Buffy told me that you did a thickening spell on Glory once?"

Willow nodded. "I did but that was black magic and I'm not willing to taint the dimensional walls that way, even if they would be stronger for the moment."

Giles smiled at Willow. "I'm proud of you Willow, this is quite ingenious. Is there anything the rest of us can do?"

" Um, I suggest you guys get a safe distance away," Willow started to explain, "I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen immediately. It might be like that portal spell I did when Buffy went on the vision quest..."

"Alrighty, you heard the lady everyone to the kitchen." Xander said shooing the rest of the Scoobies and a few of the Wicca capable potentials. But he himself didn't leave. In fact, he got comfy in one of the library's chairs.

"Xander..."

"I'm not leaving Will. You are not going to be alone in this. So get used to it." Xander said with as much sternness as he was capable.

Willow smiled at her devoted friend with understanding and hopefully gratitude. "Here we go,

Terra, Ignis, Aqua, all three,

I call thee, you who guard the watchtowers of the
this plane to guide me through the darkness, and ensure
my safety

Elements of astral I summon thee,
Earth by divinity, divinity by Earth,
give the walls the power to hold,
the strength of the elements at their side

Without it we will surely fall so circling arms hold the wall

No rules, magic I shall abide,
now when my enemy meets his downfall,
this spell will have no power left at all,
in no way shall this spell reverse or place upon me any curse

The walls did not tremble like Willow had feared. Instead, the piece of the dimensional wall began to glow and Willow watched as she continued with her incantation. The shard thickened becoming more substantial and the colors becoming more transparent. By the time Willow had finished, the piece was twice as thick and opaque in a swirl of greens, golds, and creams.

Willow stood slowly holding the colorful glass smiling. Quickly she looked at Xander to see him sitting in the chair not moving. "Xander?"

Willow dropped the shard as she raced to her friend. He wasn't breathing and had no pulse. Willow started to breathe heavily "No! No! No! Come on Xander, this isn't funny anymore!"

There was no answer. He sat stiffly in the chair looking in the direction of the circle in which, Willow had been sitting. Willow tried a release spell and a freedom spell but neither worked. Tears started making their way down her face.

"Willow Rosenberg," a voice sounded from the back of the room, "Your friend will be fine."

The sudden sound made Willow jump and turn to see three figures standing together. She was able to stammer out a question while moving herself in a protective stance in front of Xander. "Who are you?"

"We are guides." They all answered in one voice, literally one too perfect to be human. They were women draped in different colors of fabric, with their hair piled high on the tops of their heads. "We are the Guardians of the Walls. Entrusted with the scared duty, by The Powers That Be, centuries ago. We wish to provide you with information. Information that hopefully you will be able to use."

Willow's eyes while still red, from the tears and panic only moments before, were now trained on the Guardians. "What have you done to him?"

"Nothing. It is you who is pulled into a slightly different form, in order for us to speak." They spoke with clarity and apparent boredom when they answered. "Do you wish to know what we have to offer or not?"

"Yes! I-I apologize, I was only worried for his well being." Willow tried to calm herself for the guards, fearing that their information was crucial.

"Humans are the strangest beings on any plane." The women said more to each other than Willow. "We offer you The Codex of Glass. It is a gift from The Powers in your efforts."

"Thank you...What does it do?" Willow asked unsure of the significance of the book. "What about the Book of White?"

"This is imperative in understanding the Book of White fully." They were bored again. "We were asked to deliver the codex, not explain the meaning of everything to you. The rest is for you to discover on your own."

They began to turn away but Willow couldn't help herself. "The walls? Are they stronger? After I did that spell?"

"They are. But they will not hold up forever this way young witch. Something must be done." They didn't even turn around; they continued walking away from Willow, disappearing into a bright flashing light.

"Willow!" How'd you? You were just there!" Xander exclaimed, pointing back and forth between the circle where he had last seen Willow, and her current location.

"Long story short, I did it and got a present from The Powers That Be," Willow quickly explained, as she showed Xander the codex that the guardians had left on the floor. "We should get Giles in here to take a look at this."

No sooner were those words out of Willow's mouth, a siren sounded. It was an ear splitting wail that sent the whole house into alert.

Giles, Dawn, and Spike came running in from the kitchen. Shortly followed by Angel and a mobile Illyria. "What in the bloody hell is that Red?" Spike yelled through the noise.

Willow's face was white and she was scrambling for something amongst all the spell ingredients on the table. Finding it, Willow quickly turned off the siren and showed the rest of the group what was in the palm of her hand.

Looking at the ring with the wide face stone, Willow said what everyone knew the moment they saw the ring. "It's Buffy."

Alright End of Chapter 12! more to come your way soon! please review and let me know what you think!