Chapter 10
~ Convergence ~
"Police have finally secured the downtown area of Sunnydale, as Firemen begin to move in and put the fires out. It's not known for sure, but damage estimates could exceed over ten million dollars. The cost in human casualties is much higher, however, with three confirmed dead, and hundreds injured from the blasts, as well as attacks from very vicious gangs. The gangs that attacked local business and civilians are unknown at this time, and have disappeared without a trace. Still, Police will use video footage and try to figure out what individuals are involved.
"This is Elizabeth Kurtz reporting from near downtown, Channel 7 News."
"Turn it up a little, Tara, I can't hear it back here," Anya yelled from the kitchen as she fixed popcorn for the girls sitting in the living room.
A big part of the mess had already been cleaned up. The charred body was properly disposed of, and charms were adorned to keep any already-invited Vampires out. If things that had happened to the four in this house tonight occurred to any other group of people, they would be terrified, and take years of therapy to get over. However, for Willow, Tara, Anya, and Victoria, it was just another night.
"I wonder if we'll see Buffy or the others?" Tara asked, looking up to Willow.
"Kinda hope not," Willow replied. "If we do it's because they were arrested, and are being put into the cars."
"Oh, yeahthat would be bad."
"Now we go down to Sunnydale Hospital to Dana Gaines. Dana?"
"Thank you, Tim. I'm standing with Ms. Sally Hershfield who was caught up in the middle of the fighting tonight in downtown. Sally, what did you experience?"
"UmI'm sorry," Sally said, wiping a tear from her eyes. "There was fire, and explosionsAnd they killed him. They killed my husband. They would have killed me, if it wasn't for some strangers helping me out."
"And, who were these strangers?"
"I don't knowBut they stopped the gangs from doing to me. Whoever they are, I'll be grateful, always. Angels were watching over me."
"Can you describe your attackers?"
"They werevery plain looking. They looked like regular kidsthey were fierce. Mean looking. But very average, I'm sorryI just can't talk anymore," Sally said, pushing the mike away as she turned to her family, weaping.
"Well, that's what we have from the hospital, Galethe ER is overflowing with injuries, and all say the same thing: average, ordinary looking teens on a rampage. No one seems to know how the riot started, but, apparently, at least two Angels were in the city, helping at least one person live to see tomorrow. Gale?"
"Weird," Anya said, munching on popcorn. "I'll never understand how someone can be attacked by demons or vampires and never realize they're being attacked by something non-human."
Willow turned to Anya. "Well, in many ways, it's a very good thing, too. People are scared enough of gangs. Could you imagine if they knew about Vampires?"
Anya sighed. "I hope Xander's alright
***
The door splintered as the axe bore its way through. Again and again, it smashed into the door, sending splinters flying through the other side. As the axe hit another time, a muffled yell could be heard through the door. "Blast! That hurt! Bloody thing! Hit the top of the axe, and it went down to me hand!"
"Oh you big baby!" another muffled voice yelled. After a second, a loud clang sounded from the door, followed by several smaller sounds on the ground, as the axe slammed down on the ground.
"OK!" the second mumbled voice yelled. "That really hurt!"
"See, ya twit?"
"Watch out," a third voice said. Suddenly, the door flew open, Christopher standing on the other side with his fist still where it hit the door.
Spike walked in, sliding past the Archangel, looking up at him. "Coulda done that m'selfJust didn' want te show off."
Xander walked in, still holding his hands. "Stupid axe. No more axes."
"Ahem," Christopher coughed.
"What?" Xander asked, turning to him. "Oh, yeah, come in."
The Angel walked in, carefully looking around the basement as he walked down the stairs.
"You sure this is it?" Xander asked.
"Positive," Spike answered.
"This is the third positive' tonight," Xander poked.
"Shhh," Christopher interrupted. "Something's here. The key was used here recently. It opened a portal."
"How do you know that?" Spike asked.
"I'm an Angel. I know these things," he answered, walking around, listening carefully. "Something's breathing deeply in here."
"Give up hope, all ye who enter here, I believe the saying goes," Fang said out of the darkness, laughing. His voice seemed to come from all around, but Christopher was looking directly ahead. "Really, the gates of hell simply say wipe your feet,' but we won't share that with Dante, now, will we?"
"Where is he?" Xander whispered.
"Dunno," Spike answered. "I'd smell him, but your big ugly here is stinking up the place."
Christopher looked up to the roof and lifted his index finger. "Adalaham," he whispered, and a very bright light shot out from his hand, and up to the roof, illuminating the entire basement.
"Whoa," Xander gasped. "This place is huge."
"Sure it is," Spike replied. "Where else you gonna hide forty Vamps? Gotta have roompeople need their priv'cy."
Christopher's bright glowing eyes shifted nervously around. "He's opened a gate to another dimension," he told the other two. "Watch out, who knows what he brought back."
Spike looked around. "This really blows. I hate all this sneaking around stuff," Spike laughed. "Just show yuirself, ya big ninny!"
Three wooden crates flew across the open space, almost hitting the crew. A large creature, standing over 7' tall, with long horns, and the face of a bull stood, holding two more crates in his hands like baseballs.
"The hell is that?" Spike asked.
"Bull-Demons," Christopher answered. "There's two more behind us."
Xander turned around and gasped. They were almost in reaching distance, and they looked down at him, snorting. "Uh, breath mint?" he asked nervously.
Fang finally showed himself, standing on top of a stack of crates at the far side of the room, smiling. He was wearing a beige suit, stolen from one of the shops, and, wrapped around his neck, was the key, glowing with the shining light at the roof of the basement.
"A beautiful thing, this key, here," Fang said, holding it in his hand. "I can see why you bloody well want it back. If I had known how powerful it was, I wouldnae sent it here with that fool Voight."
"So, um, Chris, right?" Spike asked, quietly. "You, uh, you can take these demons, right?"
Christopher looked back and forth. "Maybe if I had three more Archangels, sure."
Xander made an audible gulp. "Uhwhat if we help?"
Spike looked down over at him and frowned.
"Rightwe're dead."
"Listenthey want me," Christopher said, finally pulling his sword from his jacket. "I can hold them off for a while, and you guys get that key from Fang. Xander, I'm counting on you to destroy it. Victoria will know howjust make sure she does it."
A laugh came from across the room. "A little, weak human, and a powerless Vampire? I'm so scared, now. It will be fun to rip them apart, though. Lochmeyers! Let the boy and the Vampire through. Kill the Angel."
The three demons suddenly came to life, and began charging Christopher. Spike and Xander ran away immediately, slipping out to the right, and immediately heading for Fang.
Christopher ran forward, trying to outrun the two bigger ones and charged into the oncoming Bull. He pulled his sword back, and an instant from being hit, jumped straight into the air, giving a swipe with his sword.
The top part of the blade shattered, falling to the floor in shards.
The bull jumped into the air and grabbed hold of Christopher's ankles, then yanked him straight down and slammed him into the ground. The other two charged in, jumped and tried to land on the Angel.
While they were in the air, Christopher reached up as quick as he could and grabbed the Bull Demon by the horns. He pulled the creature over him, and rolled away, listening as the two demons landed on it, smashing the concrete under it to bits.
The Angel rolled over and smiled, looking to the fight. However, all three demons shook off the attack and stood back up, looking at him.
"Great," Christopher sighed, sweat rolling down his forehead.
***
"Did you hear that?" Giles asked quietly, holding his hand up.
"Yeah," Buffy replied, standing perfectly still. "Roars?"
"They came fromthere!" Giles said, pointing to the large building with the shoe sign on the front. "The others may already be here!"
The two ran as fast as they could to the building, then down the alley to the door with the bright light shining out of it. They quietly and carefully climbed through the doorway, stepping over the destroyed door.
"Lochmeyer Demons!" Giles whispered excitedly. "I've never seen them before! Thought they were only legend."
"Yeah, well they're ugly," Buffy whispered.
Something charged at one of them, then jumped away quickly from it's swing. It looked like Christopher.
"Good lord!" Giles cried quietly. "He'll never beat those blasted things!"
"Then I suggest me' an' the Slayer, here, helpin' him out," a distinct British voice came out from behind them.
The two jumped and nearly attacked him.
"Spike!" Giles yelled. "You damn near gave me a heart attack!" His yell only brought a smile to the Vampire's face.
"Hey!" Xander smiled, running up. "Glad you could make it!"
"Now's not a good time, Xander," Giles yelled, turning to the demons.
"He won't last long," Buffy said, watching as one of the Demons grabbed hold of the Angel and swung him into a wall. The Angel shook it off and stood back up, his eyes glowing brighter than ever, now. Instead of blue, however, they shone gold, like the light at the roof.
"Listen, Giles, Spike is right. We can help him. You and Xander go after Fang. Take all the weapons. We'll go out and see if we can help the Angel."
"Yes," Giles responded. "If we get the key, maybe we can transport those blasted things away. Just, be careful!"
Giles and Xander slipped away around the boxes, sneaking to the back where Fang watched and laughed.
The Demons started to move in on Christopher, downed again, but still pulling himself back up. His broken sword lay on the floor nearby.
"Um, excuse me?" Buffy asked, standing in front of a large wooden crate. The Demons all turned to look at her. "Could you possibly tell me where the bathroom is? I'm, like, totally lost. I thought there might be a Rave down here, or something."
The Demons all looked at each other, their red eyes suddenly glowing brighter. One of them growled. It was hard to make out, but if one listened carefully, they could hear it say the word "Slayer."
The other two Demons nodded and turned to her, walking slowly.
"Buffy! What are you doing?" Christopher yelled. "Get out of here!"
"Oh, hi, Christopher!" Buffy yelled, still in ditz-mode. "Fancy runnin' into you here! Say, do you know where the bathrooms are?"
The Demons walked up close to Buffy, who only smiled at them. "Now!" she yelled. Spike charged out and jumped off the crate behind her, flying into the air with an axe held over his head. He brought the axe down with as much strength as he could muster, but the axe shattered in his hand, causing him to scream. He rolled with the landing, and looked up at the Demon, who simply looked annoyed.
"Oh, hell," Spike whispered. The Demon swung it's fist up, knocking the Vampire across the room. He slid to the wall and stopped, holding his head.
"Spike!" Buffy yelled, then held her hand to her mouth, trying not to show concern. She turned to the Demon and threw a punch as hard as she could. The force of the blow actually turned the Bull's head. However, this only angered the demon. It sent it's fist flying into her, causing her to crash through the wooden crate.
"Buffy!" Christopher screamed. The Angel rushed forward. As he moved, great wings, looking bigger than ever before shredded out of his coat. Rather than only two wings, a third and fourth wing, much smaller than the first two, popped out the top, and his whole body began to be surrounded by a golden glow. His eyes were like two shining stars, penetrating deep into the monster's souls.
The Angel crashed through the back two demons at full speed, knocking them in different directions. He stopped in front of the third demon and threw two punches, knocking the creature first left, then right, across the floor, and through the wall.
Christopher leaned over and looked down at the Slayer. "Oooh," She whined. "I'm gonna have another black eye, aren't I?"
The Angel almost cried out, he was so happy. "I can't believe you took a blow from a Bull Demon! I've seen the highest Archangels cringe from those!"
He pulled her up, as Spike wobbled his way towards them. "Be careful," Christopher said, still surrounded in the golden glow. "They're strong, but they're not that quick. Stick and move. Hit them a thousand times if you must, but don't get hit."
The three, now looking very focused turned to the Demons who had gathered themselves at the edge of the room, and walked forward confidently.
***
"Excellent! Excellen!" Fang cried out. "I haven't seen anything this good since they started throwing Christians to the lions!"
"Excuse me," Giles said, tapping the Vampire on the shoulder. Before the Vamp could reply, Giles hit him across the face with a wooden board, knocking Fang a few steps back.
Fang changed his face, and growled. "You impudent mortal!"
He started to walk forward, when he felt something wrap around his feet. Standing at the end of a long rope, Xander pulled with all his might. The rope snapped around Fang's feet and took them out from under the Vampire.
As soon as he hit the floor, Giles was on him, trying to pin him to the ground. Xander ran in as fast as he could and jumped on top of the Vampire. Giles grabbed the necklace that held the key and tried to rip it off, but Fang snatched his wrist.
"You fool," Fang whispered in Giles' face. The Vampire shoved Xander off and threw Giles into a couple of crates nearby, crashing hard.
"Why do you stupid humans always think you can take us on?" Fang asked. "You're cows, don't you know that? Food for us! We're the predators, you're the prey! You walk around for us to eat!"
Xander started to pull himself up, but was quickly kicked in the face, and back across the wood pile to the ground. Giles looked over, not sure if he was alright, but he appeared to be.
"Xander?" Giles yelled. "We need a new strategy! Find whatever weapons you can. I'll see if I can hold him for a while."
Xander began to stagger off, only too happy to be away from Fang.
"Alright, now" Giles said, looking very serious as he stood up. "I don't hold back anymore."
***
Buffy threw two more punches, followed by a roundhouse kick. With each blow, the creature took a step back, but as soon as she stopped, it charged forward, trying to maul her with its horns. As soon as it charged, she twirled out of the way, and slugged it in the back as it ran past.
Spike seemed to be having better luck, using a wood board. The demon threw a punch, which Spike dodged, then sent the board up into the creature's jaw. The demon shook it off and sent another punch flying. Spike again dodged it and swiped the creature with another blow, but it shook this off, too. "C'mon, ugly! Y' gotta at least say ouch!'"
Christopher slammed his fist into the largest of the demons, knocking it back a few steps. The creature came round, using the momentum of the punch to return his own attack. The demon's fist slammed into the side of the Angel, knocking him over. Christopher used his wings and righted himself up, swinging his feet around, taking the demon's feet out from under him. He brought his fists down as hard as he could, slamming into its chest.
The creature howled with pain. It grabbed Christopher and rolled him over, and onto the floor.
Buffy dodged two more swings, then returned two of her own. The creature began leaning backwards, off balance. Buffy tried to take advantage and jumped up, sending her foot into the chest of the beast. However, it was a trick. The beast smiled, grabbed her foot in mid-air and head-butted her, throwing her across the small opening, and landing on the bag Giles had brought, full of weapons. She held her head with one arm, and steadied herself with the other. Under her, she could hear a cracking sound, as a glass bottle broke inside. Water seeped out of the bag and started edging down the concrete.
Buffy fell back on her butt, still holding her head. She could barely see straight and needed a second to focus. She backed away, hearing the creature come closer and closer.
Spike's head suddenly twisted around with the impact of the blow. His board lay crushed nearby, his luck had run out. The Demon caught him. The creature held the Vampire with one arm and slugged with the other. Blood began to come down from Spike's nose, and he was fighting to stay conscious. The creature moved it's head in close and looked at him. It growled, but Spike could hear words come out. It sounded something like, "Say ouch," but it could well have been, "Stay on the couch." Finally, the demon flung Spike in the air, over the crates, landing near Buffy.
Christopher threw another punch. It slammed into the beast's head. The creature staggered back a few more steps, weak, now. He threw his elbow in the demon's ribs, then sent his fist flying up the creature's face. The Bull fell down on its back.
The Angel looked over the creature. He leaned down and put his hands on his knees and panted. Sweat rolled down his skin, but the golden glow around him was brighter than ever.
The creature suddenly stirred and rose to it's feet. Christopher put his hand up, still leaning over. "Can we have a time-out? No? Damn, thought it was worth a try." He rose and put his fists out in front of his body and readied himself for more.
Buffy's vision was finally coming back. She realized Spike was laying nearby, almost out of it, himself, but she couldn't understand where the demons were. They should have come and finished them off, by now. "What in the world?" Buffy asked, looking at the creatures.
"Wot?" Spike asked, wiping his bloody nose and sitting up.
The creatures were grunting at each other, and pointing down, as they slowly walked backwards. They seemed very agitated.
"What is it?" Spike asked, looking over the bag that lay in front of them.
"Holy Water," Buffy said. "What? Are de wittle baby-bulls scared of a wittle water?"
Spike leaned forward and pulled the bag back. He opened it up and pulled out three aftershave bottles, holding them up. Buffy grabbed one and stood up. Now, the Lochmeyer Demons looked almost scared.
Buffy looked at Spike and smiled. She charged forward holding up the bottle. The Demons wasted no time. They turned and ran away, squealing like pigs.
***
Giles threw two more punches, knocking the Vampire's face left and right. Fang simply laughed with each punch.
"I'velife!" Giles yelled with each punch. "Itoo!"
Finally, Fang caught one of his punches and looked him in the eyes. "You train Slayers? I eat them." He pulled his fist back and sent the Watcher flying. He finally came to a stop a few right in front of Xander, who was carrying something very heavy.
"Oh, Xander" Giles said, very tired and punch drunk. "So good to see you. Tag, you're it. Have fun."
"Giles?" Xander asked. "Giles, wake up!"
"My, my, that's a big sword you have, there," Fang giggled. "You, uh, know it's uhbroken, right, lad?"
"I hope you like it," Xander said, trying to come up with something clever to say. "It's veryvery, bigand, notbroken. That is, all over."
"Oh, you are good with a quip, my friend," Fang laughed.
Xander tried to bring the sword around and hold it up, but it fell back to the floor with a thud. Fang roared with laughter.
"You know, you remind me of this peasant I once ate–I mean, met, in Bethleham, back in 1360 or so," Fang said, slowly walking towards the boy. "He tried to stand up to me, claiming that his ancestor, David, slew a bigger beast than me. He found out quickly, though, that Goliath is a lot tougher when he has sharp teeth."
Xander accidentally dropped the blade, sending it crashing into his foot. He picked it back up, point still on the ground, holding his foot for a second and hopping around. Suddenly, the sword began to glow with the same golden energy that surrounded the room.
"What the?" Xander asked.
He heard a slight whisper in his ear, that said, "Hold on tight, love."
The glowing blade shot forward, almost hitting the Vampire as he dodged away. The Blade stopped and swung up and around, again almost cutting the Vampire in half. Xander continued to hold on to the blade as it sliced into the Vampire, who was using all his speed to dodge the attacks.
"What the blazes!" Fang screamed. "You will die painfully, now!"
Fang reached out, caught the sword as it sliced into his hand a little, and ripped it out of Xander's hands, throwing it across the room. "You're little Guardian Angel can't help you, now."
Fang sent an uppercut into Xander, and he landed perfectly next to Giles, who turned and smiled at him. "You got beat, too, huh?" Giles asked, as Xander winced in pain.
Xander finally looked back and smiled, painfully. "I got an Angel, too. Can't wait to brag to Will."
Fang walked up to the two and laughed. "Pathetic! Simply pathetic! I will end your short lives, now."
Xander turned to Giles, ignoring Fang. "You smell that?" he asked.
Giles sniffed and turned away. "You're right. He is stinky."
***
"You know, Buffy, I just want to say that I hope you've had time to consider things, and I want you to know that I still lo–"
"NOT now, Spike," Buffy said, as the two crept around a crate, searching for the Demons. In the center, Christopher and the third demon still traded blows, each seeming to only get stronger with each hit.
"Right, later," Spike said, returning his attention to the floor in front of him. "But would you at least tell me–"
"There!" Buffy yelled, running forward.
The Demon turned and looked at the charging Slayer, let out a scream and turned again to run. Buffy jumped in the air, and came down, slamming the bottle over its head. The water spewed out all over the creature.
Instantly, red smoke bellowed from the demon as it screamed out in agony. Within seconds, it was over. The great Lochmeyer Demon was little more than a red mud puddle.
"There's the other one!" Spike yelled, throwing the bottle to his left. The bottle crashed against the wall, barely missing the demon.
"Spike, no! We only have three of those!"
"Oh, right. Sorry." Spike turned and ran around the box out of view. Buffy heard a crash, a squeal, and saw the red smoke arise over the crates. Spike came whistling around from the crate, very happy with himself. "Now, as I was saying"
Buffy threw her hands in the air and stormed off, walking to the battle in the middle. "What?" Spike yelled after her. "Now not a good time?"
As Buffy walked around the corner, something big landed right in front of her. It was the Bull Demon's head. Blood slowly poured out of the bottom, and Buffy thought she was going to vomit from the sight.
Christopher leaned against a crate, and caught his breath, looking over at the body of the creature. He looked up at Spike who was looking at him with shock. "Sorry. I seemed to have lost my swordHad to rip it off with my hands."
"Bloody Hell" Spike whispered, eyes wide open.
All three turned as a window crashed at the other end of the room. "Giles, Xander!" Buffy yelled. She took off running. Spike followed walking, as Christopher pulled himself up, and trudged along next to Spike.
"I'm getting' too old for this," Christopher whined.
"Tell me about it," Spike answered.
***
Fang looked up as Giles and Xander whispered to each other at his feet. Something was nearby. Was it that creature they ran into in the woods? Suddenly, he was thrown against the wall.
A blue figure slowly materialized out of thin air. His large black wings spread out, and a flurry of black feathers fluttered away. "The key," the creature said harshly. "Give it to me."
Fang laughed. "Sure," he said. "Seems I'm the popular one, today."
As the Fallen walked towards him, Fang's teeth shined through his lips. Finally, Fang charged forward, slamming his fist into the Fallen.
The creature fell back, but looked back up, staring with it's yellow eyes, and slammed its wing into Fang, throwing him aside. It took three big steps then jumped on the Vampire, slashing with its talons into Fang.
Fang finally took the creature's arms and brought his feet up. With a yell, he sent his feet into the creature, knocking him yards back. The creature landed on his feet and smiled. It turned away from Fang, walked two steps, then started running. With two mighty flaps of its wings, it was in the air and soared through a window, sending the glass crashing outwards.
Fang laughed. "Finally, someone smart enough to know when they're outclassed."
"Giles! Xander!" Buffy yelled, running around a couple of the boxes. She ran straight to the two, helping them sit up. "Are you two okay?" she asked, hugging one, then the other.
"I suppose you found away around those Cows?" Xander asked, kind of light headed.
"Yeah," Buffy smiled. "Yeah, sent them packing to the other side."
"Goooooood," Xander said, sounding out the word with his mouth, then laughing at himself.
"Good grief, I think we knocked something loose in there," Giles said, looking at him. Christopher and Spike came trudging around the corner. "Oh, good, Everyone made it."
"Yes, excellent," Fang smiled. "Now, I'll kill you all with my own hands."
Buffy looked up at Fang, then her eyes went wide. She turned quickly to Giles. "Did you get it?" she asked, big smile across her face.
Giles looked up at her. "What?"
"The Key, the key! Did you get Heaven's Key?"
Xander busted out laughing. "Nope! Stinky Casper the Flying Terd got it!"
Fang looked down at his chest, only now realizing he didn't possess the key, anymore. "NoNO!" he yelled. "MY PRECIOUS!"
Buffy turned and ran at him, knocking him down with a kick. She pulled out her stake, and slammed it down into his chest, turning him to dust.
Christopher began walking towards the window. "He took off?" he asked.
"YUP!" Xander yelled. "Flew right off, whoooooosh, right out the window!"
Christopher put his hand to his chin. "Fallen Angels can't just access the key. They lost any magical abilities when they fell. He'll look for the most powerful Wizard in town."
"What?" Giles asked, standing up. "Why didn't you tell us this before?"
"Because," Christopher said, "I forgot about that! Besides we were going to get it before he did!"
"Wait," Spike said. "Who is the unlucky bloke?"
Christopher began breathing heavily. He turned away from the others and charged at the Window. He flapped his wings once and storm out of the window, sweeping the room in a gust of wind that sent boxes flying towards the window.
Buffy picked herself up and ran over to the others. "We have to go! We have to get home!"
"Why?" Xander asked.
"Because, there's only one thing that would upset a former Guardian Angel!"
"So, as the Fire trucks begin to pull away, and the Police move in to guard the downtown area, we see that this amazing evening has finally come to an end. Again, three dead, 120 wounded, two buildings were destroyed, and possibly millions in damage in Sunnydale's downtown district this evening. By midnight, all seems to have finally cleared up, and tomorrow morning, the business owners will come in and begin picking up, again, and rebuilding.
"Stay tuned tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock for any new information. I hope you all sleep well, and have a peaceful, and good night. From all of us, to all of you, good night."
As the music began to play, and the credits rolled up, the living room of the Summer's home found four very tired women soundly sleeping in the living room. All the lights were on. The phone rang again, this time the lady left a message, "Buffy? Buffy? This is Momare you home? I've been watching the news. It's Vampires, isn't it. If you're out there, please be careful. We're all okay at Margie's house, but I want to make sure you are okay. Call me as soon as you get home, okay, hon? The number here is 555-9876. Beep.
Willow sneezed. Her eyes rolled around a little, and she fell right back to sleep.
The phone rang again. This time, the machine picked up right away: "Will? WILLOW! It's Buffy! Pick up! Please, if you're there, you have to pick up! If you get this in the next few minutes, put awhat was it Giles? A Closure' Spell on the house! It will keep Fallen out! Adonis is headed for you, if you don't put the spell up, he'll–" Beep.
Victoria stirred a little and looked up. "Good lord," she whispered, looking at her watch. "We must've all dozed off."
She stretched her hands out in front of her chest and looked around at all the damage. "The Council is gonna end up with the bill, aren't they? They'll be mad," she whispered, standing up.
All four women suddenly jumped up and screamed as the recently replaced door was blown in again, shooting through the house. A big, blue creature with a nasty odor stepped through the door and looked at the four.
"You" he said, pointing at Willow. "I need you."
***
(Writer's note: I'll have the next chapter out as soon as possible, I promise. I still have to write it! I write these and post them as quickly as I can, and hopefully, that explains any typos. I hope you all are enjoying. This is very, very fun to write.)