Willow began to stir as the light from passing streets lamps began to dance in the window and across her face. Staying completely still she was stunned at where she now was, things had happened so quickly she hadn't taken it in very well. She felt her cheeks were stained with tears and her body seemed drained, hardly having the energy to move at all. Turning her head ever so slightly she began to realise that she was once again sat in the passenger seat of Giles car. The passenger side's window was slightly open and the cool breeze flowed in sending a shiver down her spine. Was it all a dream? She tried to speak but sound came from her lips. Giles now aware that she was awake turned to look at her with a gentle smile; he placed a hand on her knee as a friendly gesture to let her know everything was okay. Turning away from him Willow set her focus on the cars travelling in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. It seemed strange to her how different countries drove on opposite sides of the road, make a lot more sense for everyone to do everything the same. That thought brought back memories of her high school days, when everything she did would be structured. All ideas thought out and planned, she couldn't remember the last time when things had been like that.
"What happened." Words were finally emitted from her mouth, though they sounded weak and fragile. Raising her hand to her face she brushed the hair away from her eyes as it gently swayed with the breeze. Giles seemed hesitant; many minutes had passed before he even attempted to answer her question. But as he was about to speak Willow interrupted him. "I saw Tara." These words came out firmer but also there seemed to be emotion fuelling them. "Was it a dream?"
"What you saw, I honestly do now know. But I can tell you that it was no dream." Giles hands were firmly clasped on the steering wheel now, he occasionally turned to see if Willow was okay but his main attention was that of the road. "You passed out whilst meeting with the coven. Now I'm taking you home to get some rest." Giles face was that of general concern, when he had seen her faint whilst in meeting with coven he wondered if it had all been too much, too soon. He knew Willow was guilt ridden and wanted to work through her pain but it was not a good idea if it was only going to hurt her more. Seeing Tara might just push her over the edge once again. Giles didn't know exactly what happened in the exchange between Willow and the Coven leader but it was powerful, he could tell that for certain.
Willow hadn't really taken in Giles response; her eyes once again followed the fast moving images of the cars as the passed like blurs. "Tara." Willow spoke so softly even she could hardly hear it. The car kept ever onwards, back to Giles apartment as silence once again befell its occupants.
Buffy pulled back again and again as her attackers constantly pulled forwards trying to hook on to her. "Stay back." She jumped up and firmly planted a kick on the closest ones chest; she didn't even seem to be able to stun them. They kept coming back for more and more. She looked around and noticed that Xander was in the same situation, he threw out a couple of punches and then tried to warn them back. The graveyard was full of bodies, that was about all you could call them. They were dead, but they weren't like vampires. From above the graveyard actually looked as though it was crawling, as there had to be at least a hundred of them by now. Buffy couldn't do anything to stop them and they were coming at her from all sides. She was lost and she didn't know what to do, it's at times like these that she call on Willow for a spell or she'd ask Giles to come up with a well formed plan. But this time she was going to have to rely on herself.
Running she jumped up and used one of the gravestones to catapult herself into the air. Landing softly she grabbed the nearest body and slammed its head down on to her knee. Falling to the floor for a brief second she quickly tried to make her way through the crowd towards Xander. He wasn't doing to good at this point; three of them had hold of his arms and were pulling him down. "Xander." She called out to him but there was no response, she wasn't surprised due to the mass of bodies that now surrounded him. Now charging she saw them begin to claw at his skin, there moans were horrifying and Buffy chose just to ignore them. Upon reaching her friend she pulled the first aggressor away and threw him as far as she could. The body didn't go far but it was enough. She swung her fist at the next but as she did she received a sharp blow to the back. Falling forward onto her knees she then felt a pair of teeth clamp down onto her flesh, it wasn't long before warm blood began to trickle down her arm. She held back the pain and gathered her strength. Pushing upwards with her legs the bodies surrounding her fell back. Then without any warning there came a loud cry and the ground shook for the second time that night.
The smell of rotten corpses and the unworldly groans stopped in an instant as the entire mob of enemies became dust and gently rode away on a passing breeze. Buffy stayed knelt down for a moment, her breathing was hard and the wound on her arm was quite deep. Placing a hand on it to stop the blood she rose from the floor. "Xander are you okay?"
"I'll live." Xander seemed to be even worse of then Buffy. Several wounds on his arms were bloody and there was even a gash on the back of his neck. He turned his head to look at his friend as she held out her hand. "Heck of a night."
