Chapter 3



Zander stood there, holding his breath, as he waited. Pearls of sweat rolled down his face, covering his it like a small water fall. "Buffy?" He called out, hoping for an answer more now, then any other time before. He didn't think anything was wrong anymore, he knew. His dreams of late had been the worst sort of nightmares, but they were always of the same thing. A large beast ripping the clothing of Buffy, and before he could ever see what was next, he'ed wake in a puddle of his own cold sweat, frantically looking around. Zander didn't want anyone to see him like this. His face paled, as his hands became clammy, while he waited. Then he knocked, hard and fast, "Buffy,... you in there?", he bearly made said just as the door swung open.

Buffy stood there, in a black pair of sweat pants and dark green tank top, holding a large leather jacket in her other hand as she stared at Zander. He looked into her eye's for just a second, before he wrapped his arms around, like a brother glad to see his sister still alive. "Am I glad to see you." Zander expressed hugging her tighter then before. She just stood there, feeling his larger arms around her, it kind of made her feel safe, but just for a second, but then the feeling was gone.

"What's wrong with you?" Buffy asked while Zander tried to hug the life out of her. "I'm just glad to see, your okay. That...s" Buffy pulled herself away from him, her eyes wide with panic at what Zander said. Thoughts ran through her head, did he know, did someone else know then tell him. Image's of betrayal came to her mind, but, Zanders always been there for her, maybe he really was concerned.

"Buffy?" Zander said, wondering what the hell was going on, he had never seen her like this. Did his dream really happen, or did he say something wrong. Whatever it was, he didn't care, Buffy was okay, and that was all that mattered. Buffy just shook her head, closing her eyes, as she pushed Zander aside, and ran down the stairs in a hurry. Going down the stairs brought the attention of the others as the came into the living room. "Hey Buffy, what's ....." Before Willow could finish, Buffy was out the door. Zander quickly came down the stairs after Buffy, stopping midway down, looking at the girls, as they stared back up him, like he had done something wrong. "What?" Zander asked, still pale and worried.

Anya broke the short lived silence first, "What did you do?" She asked glaring at Zander as he stood there. "Nothing, I swear, she just kind of freaked out" He answered coming down the stairs, staring out the opened door. "Maybe your right." Willow said, as she put her hand on Zanders shoulder, "Maybe something really did happen last night, but, what could have freaked Buffy like that. I mean what could have happened, to do that." She said, as Terra walked over to the door, looking outside, to see if she could tell which way Buffy went. "Hey guys," Terra started, as she walked out the door, "Looks like she went to the cementary, I think."

Zander walked away from Willow, to check it out, "What do you mean Terr?" He asked looking at the back of her head. "Well, her foot print's go this way." Terra explained, as she pointed to print's that tracked through the mud, then on to the pavement. "Okay, lets get her, and see what going on." Zander said, pointing into the direction, Buffy went.



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Buffy ran harder, then she had ever ran before, not really knowing where she was going, but she had to know, she had to find out what all happened last night. What was the monster, that tried to have it's way with her. The only thing that ran through her head, was Spike, Spike had to know, he knows almost everything, he had to know something. She could feel the pain in her bare feet as she ran, because of the cement sidewalks, and streets. She blew by people like a simple wind, dodging and weaving through them, trying to make good time. The visions, of her encounter started to cloud her mind, as she felt it's breath, on the back of her neck. She ran faster and faster, trying to avoid anyone, or anything that would slow her down. But right as she made her way acrossed another street, she saw it, something, in the corner of her eye.

It was a mere shadow, but, it was to real, to weird. Buffy quickly made her way around, so that she could take a better look, as she did, she came to a stop. She looked at the shadow, but, it was gone. She made her way over to the alley way, where it was, but, nothing. Buffy put her hands in the pockets of the large coat, her hands where warm in the jacket, but, then she noticed, the smell in the alley was different, not like that of garbage, but, more of a arousing aroma. Buffy began to smile, even though she was worried, she knew she saw something, but, where did it go.

She turned around, and started to make her way back out of the alley. As she cleared it, Zander, knocked her over. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Buffy." He said as he reached his hand out for her. Anya, Willow, and Terra came up behind him. Anya looked over at Zander, "Good going Zander, we follow her to find out whats wrong, and you trample her." Anya joked, as she gave Zander a gental slap on the back of his head. Then looked over to Buffy, watching her, grab hold of Zander's hand and help herself up. "It's okay," Buffy said, as she began to dust herself of, "It wasn't all his fault, but if you don't mind, I have to be doing something." Buffy said, as she walked through her friends, going towards the cementary again, walking this time.

"Buffy, is there something wrong?" Willow, asked reaching out to grab Buffy's shoulder, but before she could, Buffy wiped around, grab Willow by the hand, and twisted the wrist. "No," Was all that came from Buffy. Everyone just looked in shock, as Buffy held the hold on Willow. "Buffy, let go!" Willow yelped out, shedding a tear from the pain. But Buffy, just stood there a moment longer staring at what she did, then began to cry, still keeping the hold. "Leave me alone." Was all that came from Buffy, then let go of Willow, and ran off again. Willow fell to her knee's, whimpering. "Are you okay?" Terra asked Willow, as she ran to Willow's side helping her back up. "What's wrong with Buffy?" Willow let out as she cletched her arm to her chest. "I don't know." Anya answered, "But this is definately worse then bunnies." she continued, as she wrapped both arms around Zander.

Buffy's heart raced, pounding harder, and harder. Thoughts were rushing through her head, there was something about the past twelve hours, that wasn't making sense. A monster that could have just killed her, if it wasn't trying to have it's way with her, a man in shadows coming to save her.

Sweat came rushing down her face, cooling her off as she ran against the wind, moving along with tremendous speed, until she finally came across the cementary. She slowed, coming to a stop. Buffy put her arms to her side, just looking at the front gate, thinking, not really about the past event of last night, but, more of the fact that it was very uncommom for her to come to the cementary during the day. The place was different in the day, not at all the dark demented colors, that the moon brought out in the cementary, but more pleasent.

"Well, ready or not Spike, here I come." Buffy said to herself, as she began to stroll through the entrance.

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"Donavan?" A tall, muscular man asked, as he sat in a corner facing the darkness. He wore a blue t-shirt, tucked into denim jeans, and black boots. As a slightly smaller man walked around behind him, toiling with bottles and books, "Yes?" He asked, grabbing hold of his small white beard, tugging it a little before letting it go. The tall man came out from the shadowy corning, slightly still hiding much of his face, turning to look at Donavan, "Is she the one, you know the one that you've been telling me about, eversince....." He began to ask, but didn't finish, noticing Donavan nod his head, yes. "Well, what should I do, I mean she had no chance in hell against the thing that was trying to rape her," he paused thinking for a bit before he continued, "Could she had been toying with....." before he could finish, he knocked himself on the head.

"Don't worry, she will do better the next time, she fight's these things." Donavan said releasing his beard, placing a book back in one of his many shelves. "Besides, were not here, so you can meet the Slayer, were here, to find her Watcher, what was his name?" He stood there scratching his head, trying to remember the name, "Thats right!" Donavan said, snaping his thumb and figure, "It's Giles," Donavan paused looking at the man in the corner, then continued, "now do yourself a favor and get some sleep, you haven't slept in eight days." Donavan said, pointing to the tall man, and then motioning him over to a bedroom.

"But I don't need to sleep," The tall man said, as he came out of the shadow, revealing his face, a strong handsome mug with long black hair, just bearly reaching his shoulders, and blue eyes, his face, clean, with no facial hair. "You know that as well as I do." He went on, just shaking his head.

"My boy, I know this, but, you must remember" Donavan stressed his words, "You must dream, you have to relax, you can't stay up all the time, just waiting for something to happen." He said, hoping that what he said would convince his tall companion to sleep.

The tall man slowly began to make his way over to the bedroom, "Okay," he said, then paused, "I'll sleep, but, it doesn't mean I want to." He finished, as continued through the door way. "Don't worry Marcus, it's not like the bed bugs are going to bite or anything." Donavan said smilling, trying not to chuckle it up, as he continued to play with his books.



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The crypt, laid cold and silient. With the sun out, it was always like that. Webbings covered the ceiling, while lit candle's illuminated the room, giving off there yellow glow. Upon one the the tombs laid a half glass of wine, next to an empty bottle, atop a table cloth. A little bit of sun light came through one of the window ceil, through a gaping hole in the curtain. On another tomb sat a Tv, left on MTV, probably all night. With a loud creek, of rusted door hing's, the door of the crypt swung open, slowly at first, but, as Buffy peeked her head in and saw no one, she pushed the door the rest of the way open. She stood silently in the door way for a moment, before she walk in, watching her step, so that she wouldn't step on any glass.

"Spike!" Buffy called out, while slowly making her way through the front of the crypt. "Spike! You here..." Buffy stopped, gently hitting herself in the head, thinking about what she said, of course he was here, were else could he be, she thought to herself. "Hey, Spike! You..." Before Buffy could finish a horrific, yell rang through her ears. "YES" came from a hole in the floor, where Spike's bedroom was. As a platnim blond haired, man came up from the hole, stopping half way, as he saw Buffy.

"Oh, it's you Love." Spike said smilling, as he lifted his naked body up from the hole and stood on the floor of the crypt. "Well, if I knew you were coming Buf, I would have freshened up, but hey, nobodies perfect." Spike claimed as he walk over to the half glass of wine, and drank the last of it down. Buffy stood there watching him, staring at his body, Spike's pale skin, and pleasing features.

"Spike, why don't you put some clothes on," Buffy suggested, shaking her head, "I have to ask you some questions." She finished as Spike grabbed the cloth he had on the tomb, and dragged it off, with the bottle. The bottle fell on the flour, but, surprisingly didn't break.

"Okay Love, but, I have to ask you something first, and you have to answer honestly." Spike said, sitting and waiting for Buffy to answer first. After a few minutes of silence, Buffy nodded, hoping for the best. "So what did you think?" Spike asked, just smiling in his chair.

"Think of what?" Buffy asked, wondering what the hell he could have talking about. "You know, I saw you staring, so what did you think?" He asked again, as he watched Buffy's face, flushed red in embarrassment, in the fact that she had been caught.

"Well, I don't think thats something you want me to answer Spike." Buffy remarked, hoping Spike wouldn't push for an answer. "Love, I know what you think, so just say it aloud so, all these dead people can hear it to. Cause I don't think they believe me." Spike said, relishing in the moment, as he stood up and dropped the cloth to the floor. "So tell everyone here, Love." he finished, grinning.

"Okay Spike, I'll tell you," Buffy said giving in to what Spike wanted, "Your, well..., your a little, how do I say this." Buffy paused looking fo the right words to say.

"Big." Spike noted, watching Buffy's face, as she shook her head no, "Perfect?" he asked, getting the same shake of Buffy's head, no.

"Thats it, your kind of petrified in that department, and it looks like someone broke you off." She finished, smilling right back at Spike. Spike just turned around, and hoped down into his hole.

"Your a bloody bitch you know that, always looking, coming over, beating the hell out of me, for some sort of information," He paused for a second, as he started to put his pants on, that were left on the floor down there, "which, by the way, I ussually have to make up the answer's, cause I don't know what the hell your talking about half the damn time. So why don't you just buzz the fuck off, so I can have some peice and quiet. Okay?" Spike finished as he came back up from the hole, with a pair of pants on. He just stood there waiting for Buffy to leave, but she wouldn't, she just stood there, smilling back at him. "Get out Slayer. Leave." Spike said as he pointed for the door.

Buffy stopped smilling, and began to look serious as she started talking again, "I can't leave just yet Spike, I have to ask you some questions." Spiked just looked at her shaking his head no. "I don't bloody think so, Slayer." He answered her, Spike's mood was taking a turn.

"Okay Spike, your pretty impressive." Buffy broke down and said, reaching her arms up, measuring out six inches. Then looked at Spike, waiting for him to say something, but, he just shook his head no. Spike crossed his arms and watched, waiting for Buffy the to change something. Buffy just stood there, with her hands up, shaking her head, "Okay, okay." she said, as she add about three or four inches to the measure. "Better?" She asked Spike.

Spike just smiled, slightly clapping, as looked around the crypt, "I told you guys, I was well endowed, the Slayer just proved it, so go to bloody hell." He said, laughing loudly. "So Love, was it as good for you, as it was for me?" He asked Buffy, wathcing her throw her arms down in disgust.

"Don't push it Spike, or I'll be kicking your ass, before long." Buffy said, pointing at Spike, as he laughed. "Okay, okay Slayer, what was it you wanted to know?" Spike finally said, breaking his laughter.



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"Here's some ice Willow." Zander said, as he placed it on her wrist, and sat over at the table in the magic box, next to a puzzled Terra. "I think we should get a hold of Giles, maybe whats happening to Buffy, is some sort of Slayer, P.M.S. or something." Zander said looking around the room at everyone.

"Zander's right guys." Terra said as she looked up at Willow, with a worried look upon her face. "It's not like her to hurt her friends, even on accident. Something's wrong." She finished reaching out, and grabbing Willow's hand tightly.

Anya just looked around to everyone, then back to Zander, "Well, I think we should ask Buffy, before Giles, but, you might be right, we should at least notify Giles about this." Anya finished frowning.

"I'll call Giles," Willow said, "why don't you guys try and find out whats going on with Buffy." Willow said, as she got up, and started walking over to the counter. "Okay guys, lets go find Buffy." Zander said, as he got up, and walked over to the coat rack. "Well, you guys, coming?" Zander asked Terra and Anya, as they still sat over at the table. "Yeah, were coming Zander." Answered Anya, as she got up from the table and walked over to the door, followed by Terra. As the Three left, Willow walked around behind the counter, and reached down for Anya's little note book full of phone numbers.

"Now, where is Giles's phone number, it has to be here somewhere." Willow said as she flipped through the pages. Looking for the number, after a few pages she found it. "Okay, it's dah, dah, dah, now lets find the phone." Willow said to herself.

"The phone's right there, Miss." An old man said, as he tugged on his white beard and pointed to a cordless phone, sitting on the other side of the register. "But before you call anybody Miss, could you possible tell me where I can find a Giles?" He said, looking around the shop, "I've been looking for him for quite some time now." He finished, then looked back over to Willow, noticing a shocked look on her face. "Did I say something wrong, Miss." He paused, for just a moment, then realizing, "Oh, my name is Donavan Raker." He paused again, waiting for Willow to say something.

Willow just stood there staring at the old man, then raised her arm and pointed at him, "Your looking for Giles," Willow asked, thinking, "Are you a Watcher?" She asked leaning closer, to him.

"For God's sake no, child." Donavan paused for just a sec, then leaned closer to Willow, "I'm a Wizard." He claimed winking his right eye. Willow, pulled back in shock, barely able to obsorb, what Donavan had said. "Why are you so shocked, Miss, are you not a witch?" Donavan asked, as he soon watched Willow's mouth drop.

"Your a Wizard?" Was all the Willow's mouth said. "Yes, yes I am," Donavan paused, slightly troubled, "You do know where Giles is don't you?" Donavan paused waiting for an answer. "Yeah, he's in England. Why?" Willow asked trying to keep her composure. "Well Giles is the one Watcher that is in possession of a book I need, it's a book of prophecy. You said England right?" Donavan waited for an answer, Willow could only nod, still kind of shocked. "Do you know where at in England?"

"At his house." Willow said, as she looked over Donavan, just now realizing he was wearing some sort of robes. "At his house, I've been there before," Donavan paused for a second looking around the room, then looked at the table, "This just won't do," he said as he looked back over at Willow, "Would you mind helping me move this table, it's in the way." Donavan asked as he moved some of the chairs and got on one side of the table. "Well?" He asked again.

"Why do you have to move the table?" Willow asked looking at him like a confused child. "Well, that because I need a little more room, to do some magic. So will you help?" Donavan asked. "Help with what?" Willow asked, then noticed he was ready to move the table, "Oh, the table." Willow said, as she rushed over to the other side, and helped move it over about four or five feet.

"Okay, now this is enough room, Miss would you please step back behind the counter, this is some pretty tricky magic, and I might mess up, it's been a while." Donavan explained, as he waited for Willow move back behind the counter.

"What are you going to do, Mister?" Willow asked as he began to raise his arms. Donavan looked over at her, lowering his arms back down, "Do people always ask you what kind of magic your going to do, when your trying to do it?" Donavan asked, with a slightly mean look, but before long, he smiled again. "Your young, so I'll let that slide. And what I'm doing is, well, you see I don't have time to go and see Giles in England, so I'm going to bring him here." He paused waiting for everything he had said to sink into Willow's head, "Understand?"

"Understood." Willow answered as she looked around, and slightly hid behind the counter, not really knowing what to expect.

Donavan stood there with his hands in the air, his eye's slowly began to glow a purplish color, as he began to speak old greek, the room slowly darkened and the air became humid, filling with moisture, and little drops of rain came down, the light's flickered as they shorted out, stream of energy covered Donavan where he stood. Willow held still watching the display of magic, waiting for it to end so that she could get up.



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"There's Buffy over there!" Terra pointed out to the others. "Where?" Zander asked looking in the wrong direction. "Not over there, over there, the cementary, she just came out of it." Anya said, grabbing Zanders head and turning to the right direction. "Oh there she is, lets catch up." Zander said, as he started to run over to buffy.

"Terra, was Willow ever like this." Anya asked, looking face to face with her. "Yeah, all the time, why?" Terra answered, turning her head to look at Zander run over to Buffy. "It's nothing, I just think this is really, really weird." Anya answered as she start over to Buffy, with Terra right next to her.

"Buffy......, Buf...fy, wait up." Zander yelled acrossed the street, almost getting hit by a small, green car. "Zander?"Buffy asked, as she watched him come across the street, and seeing Terra and Anya, right behind him. "Buffy." Zander said coming to a stop, putting his right hand on Buffy shoulder, to help keep himself up. "Well, at least I don't have to find you guys now," Buffy said with a nervous smile.

Terra and Anya both looked at Buffy, watching her tremble. "Buffy, whats wrong?" Anya said, looking her up and down, noticing Buffy's bare feet. "Well to make it short, we're all in trouble, lots of trouble." Buffy answered as she fell to her knees, tired and faint.