{Hello. I'm back. How did you hate the first chapter? This chapter might be
longer. I don't know. I should really start writing my stories before I
type them. Give me your opinion. Oh, and last chapter, it was Strange World
of the Mind. Must get writing. Bye! --Brittany}
Spike reached the Magic Box in record time. I must really be worried. God I hope they know what is going on. Spike thought deeply. He wondered how he should tell them that he heard Buffy's whispers. Maybe he should say that Buffy had gotten hurt the night before and had taken her to his place; that she had fallen asleep. He stepped in and faced the scoobies with the 'We have a problem' face.
"Oh look. Mr. Fangless has arrived. Damn. I was hoping I could go 24 hours without seeing him." Xander was the last to notice the problem face. (Like usual)
"Shut it, whelp. We might have a problem. Do any of you know where Buffy is? She was supposed to come by and she's been acting weird."
"Well, she was going to patrol with you. We thought you had killed lots of badies by now. What do you mean weird?" Willow flashed her signature worried look at the rest of the gang.
"Last night, we were patrolling, and she banged her head. I took her back to my place to clean it. She must have been tired, so she fell asleep. Later on, I heard her whispering strange words. I thought she was dreaming about one of your spells, Red, but then she sat up and screamed different words. I woke her up and she swore up and down that she had no clue as to what I was talking about. Then she left." Spike was now genuinely worried, which was so vary unlike him.
"What did the words sound like? And what did you mean, different words?"
"At first, the words were the same. However, when she sat up, she said different ones. I think the words were Egyptian. What?" Spike's words met shocked glances from the gang.
"Spike, the first slayer was Egyptian. There is a spell that only a slayer can perform."
"What does it do?"
"It sends the slayer to the first slayer's origin, making them into the first. When did Buffy disappear?"
"About ten minutes ago. Why?"
"Good then we can go to Ancient Egypt after her. That is the only way to retrieve her. First, we have to get the spell she used. However, that could take hours. I mean, I think I have the right things for the spell. I hope you know I'm not doing the spell. We can get Tara to do it."
"Great. So let's get started on the research. Just call me research boy." Xander chimed in.
"So aren't worried, whelp? God, shows how much you care." Spike was the first to fire into the fight.
"Of course I'm worried. At least I can do actual damage. Oh that's right you can't. How could I ever forget?"
"Shut the hell up! How do you bleeding know I can't just rip your throat out?"
"Because you are neutered! You can't do anything! I don't know why Buffy didn't just stake you the moment you showed your ugly face in this town."
"Maybe she cares."
"Like hell-"
"Guys! We don't have time for a testosterone war! Now, get those books over there and read! Both of you, now!" Willow's rare angry side kicked in as the two began a show of manliness. Both men, grumbling the entire way got to work.
Three hours later, they had nothing. Not a single clue. Even with Spike giving them the exact words Buffy had whispered, along with the ones she had yelled. They had gone through every book in the shop, except for the book in the corner. They were all sitting there with books piled around them.
"Damn. This isn't good. You know, I really hate Sunnydale. I mean there could be so many different places I could be right now. Bowling, for instance." Xander was the first to speak in forever.
"I'm not even going to rise to your bait. Wait, what is that over there? Spike got up and grabbed the missing book for research. He flipped through it and widened his eyes at the contents. "Red, call Tara. I found the spell."
"Wait. What do you mean rise to the bait? There was no bait! Oh, this is quietness for the finding of what we need." Xander finally caught up with the group.
{That sucked, didn't it? Tell me if you hated it! – Brittany.}
Spike reached the Magic Box in record time. I must really be worried. God I hope they know what is going on. Spike thought deeply. He wondered how he should tell them that he heard Buffy's whispers. Maybe he should say that Buffy had gotten hurt the night before and had taken her to his place; that she had fallen asleep. He stepped in and faced the scoobies with the 'We have a problem' face.
"Oh look. Mr. Fangless has arrived. Damn. I was hoping I could go 24 hours without seeing him." Xander was the last to notice the problem face. (Like usual)
"Shut it, whelp. We might have a problem. Do any of you know where Buffy is? She was supposed to come by and she's been acting weird."
"Well, she was going to patrol with you. We thought you had killed lots of badies by now. What do you mean weird?" Willow flashed her signature worried look at the rest of the gang.
"Last night, we were patrolling, and she banged her head. I took her back to my place to clean it. She must have been tired, so she fell asleep. Later on, I heard her whispering strange words. I thought she was dreaming about one of your spells, Red, but then she sat up and screamed different words. I woke her up and she swore up and down that she had no clue as to what I was talking about. Then she left." Spike was now genuinely worried, which was so vary unlike him.
"What did the words sound like? And what did you mean, different words?"
"At first, the words were the same. However, when she sat up, she said different ones. I think the words were Egyptian. What?" Spike's words met shocked glances from the gang.
"Spike, the first slayer was Egyptian. There is a spell that only a slayer can perform."
"What does it do?"
"It sends the slayer to the first slayer's origin, making them into the first. When did Buffy disappear?"
"About ten minutes ago. Why?"
"Good then we can go to Ancient Egypt after her. That is the only way to retrieve her. First, we have to get the spell she used. However, that could take hours. I mean, I think I have the right things for the spell. I hope you know I'm not doing the spell. We can get Tara to do it."
"Great. So let's get started on the research. Just call me research boy." Xander chimed in.
"So aren't worried, whelp? God, shows how much you care." Spike was the first to fire into the fight.
"Of course I'm worried. At least I can do actual damage. Oh that's right you can't. How could I ever forget?"
"Shut the hell up! How do you bleeding know I can't just rip your throat out?"
"Because you are neutered! You can't do anything! I don't know why Buffy didn't just stake you the moment you showed your ugly face in this town."
"Maybe she cares."
"Like hell-"
"Guys! We don't have time for a testosterone war! Now, get those books over there and read! Both of you, now!" Willow's rare angry side kicked in as the two began a show of manliness. Both men, grumbling the entire way got to work.
Three hours later, they had nothing. Not a single clue. Even with Spike giving them the exact words Buffy had whispered, along with the ones she had yelled. They had gone through every book in the shop, except for the book in the corner. They were all sitting there with books piled around them.
"Damn. This isn't good. You know, I really hate Sunnydale. I mean there could be so many different places I could be right now. Bowling, for instance." Xander was the first to speak in forever.
"I'm not even going to rise to your bait. Wait, what is that over there? Spike got up and grabbed the missing book for research. He flipped through it and widened his eyes at the contents. "Red, call Tara. I found the spell."
"Wait. What do you mean rise to the bait? There was no bait! Oh, this is quietness for the finding of what we need." Xander finally caught up with the group.
{That sucked, didn't it? Tell me if you hated it! – Brittany.}