Note: Here is Ch 33. The Slayer dream portion took a little longer and a couple pages more to write than I thought it would so the hand to hand combat section will have to wait till next chapter.

Chapter 33

11:30 a.m.

"I can't stand her." Liz stormed into her room with Spike hot on her trail.

"You and almost every other person who ever met her. Except Red, for some reason the witch is charmed by her."

"Would it be terrible if I accidently on purpose fried her with my alien powers?" Liz bashfully asked.

Spike shrugged and smiled. "Wouldn't hear any complaints from me. I'll help you hide the body." He offered.

Liz grinned and pulled him down to sit with her on the bed. Once he sat she snuggled into his chest and sighed contently. "Have you ever heard that saying 'A good friend helps you move but a true friend helps you hide the body'?" She rested her chin on his strong shoulder.

"Course luv. Who do you think came up with it?" He whispered in a sexy rumble.

"You did not." Her eyes lit up with amusement.

"How do you know?" Spike challenged, he never lost his smirk as he fell flat on the bed and brought Liz to lie on top of him, because of her stomach she had to straddle him to keep the weight off the baby.

"How about 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'? Did you invent that one too?" She laughed warmly.

Spike shook his head. "No, a lot before my time pet. I was turned in 1880 AD and that saying has origins back in 1700's BC."

Liz trailed her fingertips up and down Spike's forearms that rested on her outer thighs. "Your brain is so sexy." She kissed him.

"Of course it is. Everything about me is sexy."

"That's another thing I like about you. Your modesty?" Liz leaned down; draping her body over Spike's and gave him a slow loving kiss. She pulled back enough to glance at the digital clock on her dresser. "We have ten more minutes to kill."

"Can't let a second go to waste." Spike whispered picking up their passionate lip lock where they left off.

Hyperion Lobby; Ten Minutes Later

Before they got started Giles took a head count. "Good, everyone's here." He nodded to Wesley.

"Our next test is meditation to get a Slayer dream or vision. All Slayers can do it to some degree. Most of you already had a couple when you became Potentials. All can get a Slayer dream as they sleep. Many can get a vision while in a trance, there are a few select Slayers who work at it and can get them while awake but that typically takes years of practice." Wesley began lighting incense and candles around the room.

Buffy took over where Wesley left off. "If each of you will pick a mat or blanket on the floor and lay down. The incense and candles will help with relaxation, while the spell Willow recites will put you all in a sleeping state. It won't hurt anybody and won't do anything unnatural, it's just to speed up a normal sleeping process." She explained.

Spike shook his head. "You sure about that Slayer? Red's not exactly Miss Reliable when it comes to magic spells. Remember the spell that made us all forget who the hell we were? We all nearly got killed. Not to mention a few other magical screw ups over the years." He didn't want Liz to get hurt with a spell gone awry.

"Hey." Willow exclaimed.

"This is a spell she can't screw up." Giles reassured everyone.

"Hello? Standing right here. Hearing distance here. I don't screw up every spell. Most of my spells are successful." Willow defended her spell casting prowess.

"And some aren't. When you mess up, you mess up big." Spike argued back.

"Ok that's enough." Although Willow and Spike were a room apart he positioned his body half way between them. "I understand your concern Spike." With Liz being Spike's mate it made him hyperaware of any threat, no matter how small. "But Willow is a gifted witch and even if she wasn't this is a spell no one could mess up."

Willow opened the book to the spell. "Thank you…I think."

A few minutes later everyone was seated on the floor on a mat or folded up blanket. "All right, lay back everyone."

Liz sank into the fluffy blanket, her knees bent and her feet flat on the floor. She's had a few Slayer dreams since coming to LA, they weren't pleasant and she wasn't looking forward to getting more visions of blood, killings, and other evil acts.

"Let the sleeping begin." Willow stated in a calm voice. Instantly all the girls laying on the floor fell asleep.

"Now we wait." Giles leaned against the front desk slowly moving his gaze over each of the girls. It shouldn't be long before they got the visions.

Spike kept his eyes on Liz's sleeping form. Any sign of distress and Red gets her neck snapped.

A few moments later some of the girls began to slowly move their heads, their eyelids bulging and moving in a rapid succession. They were having a Slayer vision.

As more and more girls started doing similar movements, Liz was remaining surprisingly still. "Watcher do I have to kill someone?"

"What?" Giles asked in alarm then took note of Liz's stillness. "No." But to be safe he went over and checked her pulse. "Strong, beating faster than normal as a matter of fact."

"Refer to my previous question." Spike seethed.

Giles raised a hand, gesturing to keep calm. "It doesn't mean she's in danger…"

"It just means that I'm having an out of body experience." Liz's voice came from behind Spike.

Her bleached blonde mate whirled around and faced her slightly transparent and standing form. He then bounced his gaze between her two forms. "How did you do that?"

"No idea, I have a guess but nothing concrete. Do Slayer dreams usually work like this?" She questioned a stunned Giles.

"No, they don't. Are you seeing anything besides us right now?" He stood up and asked Liz's astral form.

"Yes. It's weird."

"What are you seeing?" Wesley asked.

Liz glanced around, not really looking at anyone but clearly focusing on something. "Off to the right of me there's a bell hop. With a red hat, chewing gum, he looks shifty. I think it's sometime in the past."

"Why?" Angel asked, curious about what Liz saw. The bellhop she mentioned sounded like the guy who worked there in the fifties.

"The uniform looks like an older version, plus the phone he's using isn't modern." She explained. Off to her left a super fast figure of darkness zoomed past her, she twisted around, following it with her eyes. The others in the room faded, the hotel melted away until she stood alone in a cemetery.

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"Where did she go?" Spike demanded.

Giles shook his head. "I don't know. This is new territory. Slayers typically can't astral project. This must be a side effect of whatever else she is."

"Where did she go?" Spike asked again through clenched teeth. He didn't give a damn about what was normal for Slayers, his mate, his girl had been there and now she wasn't. Spike bent down to her prone body, her heart was beating in a steady rhythm, easing some of his worry.

"Maybe she was called back to her physical body?" Willow suggested.

Spike immediately disagreed. "No, she saw something then disappeared."

"If she doesn't come out of it in ten minutes we'll get Willow to do a spell and follow her essence. Deal?"

Spike stared at the eldest Watcher for a second. "Fine." He didn't need to voice the threat that was behind his single word. The others knew that if anything happened to Liz he'd go on a killing spree, starting with everyone in this room.

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The moon above was full, casting a white muted light over the cemetery.

Where the hell was she? Liz scanned the surrounding area, nothing jumped out to attack her and nothing moved in the distance. Where had the dark figure disappeared too?

Coming out from the shadows the figure appeared. She couldn't make out any features or characteristics. It was a solid black blob.

From behind her thundering footsteps lumbered up. Liz turned, the Beast as Rock Boy was now called, the one that attacked them a few weeks ago but hasn't been seen since, made its way toward her. Although he had looked at her Liz ran with a little jump in her step and ducked behind a nearby tombstone.

Liz had no idea if astral projection kept her invisible, Spike and the others saw her just fine, or if the Beast didn't view her as a threat because he wasn't coming toward her aggressively. Then again, he's a huge monster with a rock for a body and scary looking horns; even if he danced an Irish jig with a party hat on both of his horns he'd still look menacing and aggressive.

The shadow didn't even seem to notice her. Was she still an astral projection? Too many questions and not enough time or information to answer them.

Liz poked her head out when the thundering footsteps stopped. The Beast stood straight; his large feet crushed the grass and pushed dirt up and around the sharp jagged rocks of his feet. The shadow was a couple feet from the Beast, its arms swept out and it began to speak.

"Where have you been?" The voice was unrecognizable. The shadows voice wasn't feminine or masculine, it wasn't too deep, wasn't too high, and it sounded like she was hearing it through a pane of glass.

"Recovering." The deep voice of the Beast…did they really have to call it the Beast, Rock Boy was so much more appropriate, sent shivers of fear down her spine.

"I want the Slayer and her gang of Potentials destroyed. Do what I command and do it fast!" The shadow shouted.

"Yes master." The Beast stomped off and the cemetery faded to nothing.

Liz felt a pull in her stomach; she was drawn back to her body at lightning speed. Snapping her eyes open she saw Spike's face above her, her head rested in his lap, and some of the others were staring at her. Liz took in the hotel lobby, some Potentials were still passed out, some others were up and walking around and absolutely no people in less modern clothing.

"What did you see love?" Spike gently prodded while stroking fingers down her temple.

"Trouble."

TBC