Hey! I don't know if anybody is still interested in this fanfic...its been a while but i've taken up writing again and i want to finish this as there isn't too much more to go. I hope people like it. Please review. Thank you so much for reading.

Eric P.O.V.

We drove back to the hotel and Katerina and James followed me to the room. I was wary of James, I didn't like him or trust him, mostly because I think he has the hots for Violet but also there was just something about him that made me want to punch him. I opened the door to find Em standing the other side looking pissed off.

"What the hell took you soon long? I told you to call me."

"Something came up. Emilie this is James and Katerina."

Emilie walked up to Katerina.

"So, you must be her then?"

Katerina looked nervously at James and I.

"The other Slayer?"

Emilie rose her brows.

"Yes, I am."

"Huh, I thought you'd be taller or something."

Emilie sat down onto the sofa.

"So where is Violet?"

"Witch hunting. Em I need you to stay here with Katerina and set up some protection spells while James and I look for the Council."

"What, why do I have to stay here Slayer sitting?"

I hated moody teenagers, why can't they just do as they are told?

"Em, we have to much to handle without you being a moody brat. Just do as you are told and stay here."

She looked hurt and folded her arms.

"Fine. I'll set up the spells."

I walked out the Hotel; James was hot on my heels.

"So not a kids person then?"

"What?"

I really didn't want to engage in small talk with him.

"Back there, with Violets sister – bit harsh."

"Em and I don't really get on that well."

"Oh?"

"She stabbed me in the chest."

"Fair enough. It must be difficult."

"What?"

"Well, you're a vampire sheriff and with quite the reputation and now you're dating a vampire slayer and looking after her kid sister."

"I do not see your point."

"I just think it's quite a jump – axe wilding vampire Viking to family ma-"

My hand was around his neck pinning him against a street wall within half a second.

"Listen, James. We might be on the same side here right now but let me get this straight; I don't like you and I don't trust you, which means I have no interest in what you think. "

I let him down from the wall.

"Ok then."

Does this man have no idea when to be quiet. I just wanted to get this done.

"Any idea where the council are staying?"

"A few; there are some safe houses we should check out."

"Alright, lets go."

Violet p.o.v.

We were still sitting in the kitchen I was skim reading through pages of research Willow had done about the council and the covern.

"This is really good work."

Her face reddened and she smiled awkwardly; like she wasn't used to taking complements about her work.

"Its nothing really."

"Ever considered a job working for the council."

"The current one?"

I laughed and she smiled.

"Seriously though, when we pull this off I think you should take control of it, help Rina and her family."

She frowned.

"Won't you be around for that?"

Shes right…the way I said that was odd. I looked down at the papers.

"Yeah of course. I just…"

What? What did I just…I didn't know what to say, or think. Deep down, do I really think I'm not going to come out of this?

"You don't think you're gonna make this do you?"

She looked really upset. I'd lost my voice.

"No, I just..."

I rubbed my eyes.

"Honestly…I don't know. I have a feeling though; a feeling that I'm on a clock, borrowed time, I mean I should be dead and I'm not and that's something I can't ignore."

"Yeah but you've given so much and you're doing so much, it can't all be for nothing can it."

"I hope not, I hope its all for Rina and the coming slayers; so they don't have to go through what I have; the choice between family and duty. I don't think that's nothing."

She smiled a warm genuine smile I think her and I could be good friends. I picked up an old magic book that was on the table and started to flick through the pages when something caught my eye; or more my mind.

"Dajavu."

I suddenly said. Willow looked puzzled at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the book and this page, even you saying that."

I paid more attention to the page.

"An Orbispurgare translates roughly from Latin into cleansing orb; a tool for magic it can wield great power an purify ones aura."

"Let me see that."

Willow read the page.

"This could work; we can use it to channel your essence into the other witches it would be a pure power source that would be clean; it would be like getting a junkie clean without any withdrawals. How did I not think of this? Weird about the Dajavu."

"Something like that. How do we get one of these things?"

"The dig. They found one a few weeks ago. Its in storage on site."

"That can't be a coincidence."

"Being around you I'm starting to really not believe in those things."

"Have you got everything for the spell?"

"Pretty much. I'll need to prepare it."

"Good, you do that I'm going to get one of these ambipures."

"Orbispurgare."

"Right, that's what I said."

She grinned at me.

"Here, I can put a memory of the layout in your head; should take you right there."

She put her hands on my head and shut her eyes. Suddenly I could see corridors and doors in my head.

"Got it?"

"That was odd."

"And we don't have tones of time so, I'm sorry about this."

She touched my forehead and I felt this immense pressure before I appeared outside the dig site. Teleport, but much better than last time; better witch I guess.

"Okay I'm going to bring down the cctv system, don't go anywhere till I do."

I jumped and looked around me for Willow but I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Willow?"

"I'm still at the house; think of this as magical intercoms. You're good to go past the first door alarms are off as is the first door lock."

I ran up and through the door.

"So you can hear me and I can here you?"

"Yep."

"Alright, catching up."

"You know where to go. Let me know when you get there, I have to get the spell ready."

"I don't know where to…"

As I said it I could see the route in my head; the magic she did before I left.

"Right got it. All the doors open?"

"All of them. Don't worry though, nobody will know you're there."

I ran down the corridor knowing where to go after about 5 minutes I came to the right door.

"Er…Willow, breaker, breaker…come in…"

"I can here you."

She laughed.

"Okay I'm here at the door. Is it open."

"It will be in a second…its on a different system. Okay should be open."

I pushed the door too before walking in.

"Hey Willow, is it me or does this seem….easy to you?"

"You would say that, you're not the one hacking into the system…"

"Right, so you're just good?"

"Darn tootin. Plus I don't think they expect us to go snooping around here now we have Rina."

"Okay."

I was freaking cautious walking into the room expecting some sort of trip wire or something, but Willow was right; there was no reason for us or anyone to break into an archeology dig. I went up to the draws and pulled out the right one thanks to Willows magical mind and picked up a small black sphere that was no bigger than an orange. As I touched it the black glass started clearing, turning clear with a white swirling mist inside it. I brought it up close to my face to get a better look; it was beautiful. For a second I saw the first slayers face staring at me making my stomach feel like it was falling through the floor, and just as she appeared she was gone.

"Hello? Violet?"

"Yeah I'm here sorry."

"Have you got it?"

"One creepy magical sphere; check. How are you planning on getting me out of -"

The pressure feeling again and I was back in the safe house looking at Willow who was more interested in the white sphere than me.

"It looks different."

"It turned white as I touched it. Does that happen a lot?"

"Not that I know of. We should do the spell, I don't want it interrupted and James and Eric should be back soon."

"Right."

In the middle of the floor was a salt circle and candles. Willow was grinding up some red coloured powder which I could only assume was part of the spell.

"Ow!"

Without warning she pulled out some of my hair.

"Sorry! I thought it would be better without warning. Wait seriously that hurt? What about your slayerness?"

"Slayer strength not slayer pain tolerance."

"It was only a few strands."

"What do you need it for?"

She was chanting under her breath and before my eyes I watched my dyed brown strands of hair go back to the honey golden colour that was my natural before she added it to the powder and ground it in.

"I needed it for the spell thought it would be better in its natural state. Okay you ready?"

"Just tell me what to do."

She painted symbols onto my arms and chest in what suddenly occurred to me to be blood.

"Is this necessary?"

"Sorry, its lambs blood if that helps."

"I don't understand your version of helping, its nothing like mine."

"And yes it is part of the spell. Now that's done take this and sit in the circle."

I took the orb thing and sat in the middle crossed legged and very conscious that there was lambs blood trickling down onto my white camisole.

"You ready?"

"Desperate for a shower and as ready as I'll ever be."

I held the orb out in one of my hands as she poured the red powder over it and my hand while she chanted in Latin…or I think it was Latin. As soon as she stepped out the circle my hand involuntarily clasped around the orb as a blindingly bright white light shone out of the orb. It felt like I was on fire; a white hot fire spreading through me, exploring every atom of my being, then just like an elastic band I felt it draw back out of me and in to the orb but dragging part of me in there with it.

Seconds later I was lying on the ground with the orb glowing a pale gold still burning in my hand. My throat was dry as ash and I looked around the room, which now looked trashed and saw Willow looking scared in a corner. I started to cough and she came over to me.

"Are you okay?"

She was shaking. I dropped the orb and saw my hand was red and actually burnt.

"Your hand."

"It will heal in a second. What happened?"

"I finished the incantation and it was like a storm in here. How do you feel?"

"Like I've just been hit with a truck."

I stood up with surprisingly much needed help from Willow. God I hate magic. Why would someone decided it would be a great plan to experiment with this shit? I moved the Orbispurgare with my foot slightly which now looked like a clear sphere.

"So what now?"

But Willow wasn't looking at the orb but in fact my stomach.

"What?"

I looked down to see blood over my white top. Great! Bloody lambs blood, why couldn't it have been milkshake or something? Oddly I could start to feel a dull ache in my stomach though.

"Violet, that's not the lambs blood. It wasn't there before the spell."

I lifted up my top and sure enough there were a dozen wounds that were all slightly open and I knew what they were immediately; gunshot wounds.