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A/N: Quick Note: Cullena- red haired, Reina- black haired, Clarissa- blonde, Rosa- brunette. Also, for story sake, Willow has told Buffy more about the Wiccan group she went to in 'Hush' than it showed. Willow has also at least mentioned Tara to her.
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The flames rose up quickly. They engulfed everything around them in a matter of seconds leaving only a dust.
"What'd you do to my basement?!?" Willy shouted as he stared with disbelief down his basement stairwell. He could see the flames lapping everything up hungrily from where he stood.
"Sorry, Willy," Cullena tossed back with much grief to the distraught barkeeper. "We had to get rid of the evidence for you sake and, of course, our own."
"So you resorted to pyrotechnics? Doesn't that seem like overkill maybe?" Willy asked, his voice full of rage. "Couldn't you just do a spell or something? You're back at full power after all!"
"But fire is just so much more entertaining," Reina laughed.
"You can call someone to put it out after we're gone," Cullena said quickly.
"It'll be too late," Willy muttered as he knelt on the ground in an act of desperation.
Instead of consoling the broken man, Cullena turned to her sisters.
"Let us gather the minions. The first stop is to help the witches who helped us," she informed them.
"What about the red head?" Clarissa asked as she linked arms with Tara, the witch with the same hair color who's power she'd drained. Tara, like Willow, had taken a few attempts on the Sirenial Sister's part to steal the soul and power out of. While all the witches the sisters had preyed on were powerful, they wouldn't have been targeted if they weren't, none compared to Tara and that damn red head. Except for one brunette witch that they'd finally deemed it impossible to drain her. "She must not be human if we can't drain her," Cullena had said finally. Of course, Cullena didn't *actually* know the brown- haired witch wasn't human, but if she ever saw the girl's wiggley pink nose, long tail, and hair covered body, she could have figured it out.
"She'll be able to find us on her own. The others did," Cullena said and motioned to the three dazed minions, who had all linked arms with the women who had drained them. "For now, we'll have to continue our plan without her."
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"Done!" Anya screamed again in frustration. "Burst into flames already, damnit!"
Hearing these words, Spike slowly opened his firmly shut eyes.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered.
He first looked down at his hands. "Still here, not dust," he thought aloud. Then he looked to the demon who'd tried to dust him for good. "Your face," he said in astonishment, "it's not all scaly. You don't have your powers! I'm alive! Metaphorically speaking. I'm- wait a minute!"
Suddenly, Spike flew forward, knocking Xander to the ground and grabbing hold of Xander's neck. In the same moment, Spike grabbed his own head and wailed in pain.
"You tried to kill me," Spike growled. "You told Willow to wish that I'd turn crispy to the point of dustiness."
"No! No!" Xander cried frantically. In his panic, he didn't remember that the muscle-packed vampire holding him down was, as Buffy fondly called it, impotent. "I just told her to wish that you'd go bald!"
"Oh, well, that's... no better! Vampires can't exactly grow their hair back, you know!" Spike shouted.
Remembering Spike's impairment, Xander threw the vampire off of him.
"Don't you know what this means?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, that when this ch- Willow!" Spike shouted, turning to the couch. "Where'd she go?"
In the excitement, everyone's attention had turned to the dueling pair leaving Willow unattended. And in that short time, the sickly witch had managed to allude everyone.
"There has to be something wrong with her. She wouldn't do that on her own free will," Spike said in an uncertain voice. He couldn't hide the fact that what Willow had done hurt him even though he didn't know if she meant to or not.
"What's wrong with her?" Anya screamed suddenly. "What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I torch this cheating scum-bag?"
"Hey!" Spike cried indignantly.
"What'd you people do to me? What happened to my powers?" Anya asked desperately.
"Well, hon- Anyanka," Xander said cautiously as he walked to the confused girl. "You lost them when you became human. Which you apparently still are."
"Human?" Anya spat with disgust. "This isn't right. I must contact D'Hoffryn."
With that, Anya stormed out of Giles' house.
"Xander?" Buffy called lazily. "Follow her."
"Already leaving," Xander said as he headed after his girlfriend.
"Well," Giles said from off to the side. "That was entertaining. Of course, it would have been better if that guy had spontaneously combusted."
At the same time, Buffy, Riley, and Spike rolled their eyes.
"I can't believe my mom spelt with that guy," Buffy mumbled.
"What?" Everyone else asked in alarm.
"I'm not your father, am I?" Giles asked worriedly.
"No, thank goodness. Go find some new clothes or something," Buffy said to get the drunken English man away from them.
"So... anyway, what's the plan?" Riley asked, shaking away the disturbing image he had in his head.
Sighing deeply, Buffy plopped onto the couch.
"Well, I'm guessing that wherever Willow is heading, she's long gone. And I don't think any of us want to do another spell to find her," Buffy said.
"Speaking of spells, we still don't know what with wrong with our last one. At least, we don't know what happened to Willow," Spike reminded them.
"Well, we know that Giles and Anya were transformed by it and became their former selves. But unless Willow used to be a pyro or a psycho, she wasn't affected the same way. She was effected by a spell that we assume was cast and completed around the same time as ours but we aren't sure how. Whoa," Riley said, pausing for a breath, "that was long-winded."
"Wait, Willow has been acting more and more sickly since the first time the Sirenial Sisters 'attacked' her. Maybe what was being done to her affected her magical power. So when she did the spell, she didn't actually do it," Spike offered.
There was a pause after Spike's idea while Riley and Buffy processed what was just said. Then silence was finally broken by the smashing of a glass followed by "Man, I'm hammered," from Giles. The Scoobies choose to ignore this comment for the sake of their sanity.
"So what you're saying is that Willow had no power at the time she cast the spell. That's why, unlike Anya and Giles, she didn't revert back to her former self," Buffy attempted to clarify.
"Exactly," Spike said with a smile.
"Now we just have to figure out what Willow *did* become," Buffy said.
"I hate to admit it," Spike said, "but I think we need help.
"What kind of help?" Buffy asked.
"Like, magical help," Spike explained. "Some witches to possible do a locator spell for us."
"Sounds alright to me. Do we know any- hold on," Riley said suddenly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a buzzing beeper. "The Initiative. They need me there."
"Wait," Buffy whispered as she chased after her exiting boyfriend. "You're leaving me? With him?"
Riley laughed and said, "sorry. But now you guys can bond. See you soon!"
Buffy flashed him a murderous glare as he kissed her quickly on the cheek and made a speedy exit.
"Just you and me, luv," Spike said in mock seductiveness. "Where do you want to go?"
"Willow told me about a Wiccan group she went to last week. She said it wasn't that great but..."
"It's worth a shot," Spike finished.
"Except we don't know how to find them."
"Do they live on the college campus?"
"Probably," Buffy said, not seeing Spike's point.
"Then I can probably find them if you know at least one of their names," Spike informed her.
"Do I want to know?" Buffy asked suspiciously.
"Probably not."
"Good, then let's go. Giles or Ripper or whoever," Buffy addressed the drunk, "don't break anything while we're gone."
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"Where are we going exactly?" Clarissa hissed.
The Sirenial Sisters' fearless self-appointed leader had so far lead them around the same bench three times and a big oak tree four times.
"We really *are* out of practice," Rosa grumbled when they came to an abrupt halt.
Ignoring her sisters' negative comments, Cullena lifted her nose to the air and sniffed.
"I think I'm picking up on something," Cullena whispered, her nose poised in the air.
Three other noses lifted to the starry sky above them and sniffed hopefully. A few drunken college students walked by at this point and started laughing uncontrollably at the sight of four attractive women smelling the air.
"Those stupid 'educated' boys," Rosa growled. Her eyes began to darken as plans of making a particular part of the boys' bodies resemble that of a monkey.
"Wait," Reina commended, "no one can know where we are."
"But..." Rosa started to argue.
"I smell them," Cullena said with satisfaction.
"Oh! I do too!" Clarissa cried happily.
Reina and Rosa quickly put their noses into the air, hoping to get a trace.
"Wait a minute..." Reina whispered suspiciously.
"No, it can't be..." Rosa protested.
All of their eyes turned to a long field of grass, some buildings, and a sign that read: "University of Sunnydale, California".
"The college," Cullena said with a smirk on her face.
"College students free us?!" Rosa shouted indignantly. "College? How can they possibly know anything about magic!"
"Times have changed," Cullena reasoned. "Besides, *you* were only 16 when you mastered magic. Same for the rest of us. These collage students are probably around 21, the age I was when we became demons. And you know how good I am."
Triumphantly, Cullena began walking towards the scent she was picking up. Her sisters lagged behind a minute to exchange looks of annoyance.
"I was only a year younger than her," Reina muttered. "And Clarissa was 18!"
"What about me? Okay, I had just mastered it but I was still good," Rose said.
Reina shrugged and Clarissa avoided the brunette girl's glare.
"Let's follow the leader," Reina said unenthusiastically.
"Oh, sisters!" Cullena call from across the campus. "We have a visitor!"
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A/N: Quick Note: Cullena- red haired, Reina- black haired, Clarissa- blonde, Rosa- brunette. Also, for story sake, Willow has told Buffy more about the Wiccan group she went to in 'Hush' than it showed. Willow has also at least mentioned Tara to her.
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The flames rose up quickly. They engulfed everything around them in a matter of seconds leaving only a dust.
"What'd you do to my basement?!?" Willy shouted as he stared with disbelief down his basement stairwell. He could see the flames lapping everything up hungrily from where he stood.
"Sorry, Willy," Cullena tossed back with much grief to the distraught barkeeper. "We had to get rid of the evidence for you sake and, of course, our own."
"So you resorted to pyrotechnics? Doesn't that seem like overkill maybe?" Willy asked, his voice full of rage. "Couldn't you just do a spell or something? You're back at full power after all!"
"But fire is just so much more entertaining," Reina laughed.
"You can call someone to put it out after we're gone," Cullena said quickly.
"It'll be too late," Willy muttered as he knelt on the ground in an act of desperation.
Instead of consoling the broken man, Cullena turned to her sisters.
"Let us gather the minions. The first stop is to help the witches who helped us," she informed them.
"What about the red head?" Clarissa asked as she linked arms with Tara, the witch with the same hair color who's power she'd drained. Tara, like Willow, had taken a few attempts on the Sirenial Sister's part to steal the soul and power out of. While all the witches the sisters had preyed on were powerful, they wouldn't have been targeted if they weren't, none compared to Tara and that damn red head. Except for one brunette witch that they'd finally deemed it impossible to drain her. "She must not be human if we can't drain her," Cullena had said finally. Of course, Cullena didn't *actually* know the brown- haired witch wasn't human, but if she ever saw the girl's wiggley pink nose, long tail, and hair covered body, she could have figured it out.
"She'll be able to find us on her own. The others did," Cullena said and motioned to the three dazed minions, who had all linked arms with the women who had drained them. "For now, we'll have to continue our plan without her."
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"Done!" Anya screamed again in frustration. "Burst into flames already, damnit!"
Hearing these words, Spike slowly opened his firmly shut eyes.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered.
He first looked down at his hands. "Still here, not dust," he thought aloud. Then he looked to the demon who'd tried to dust him for good. "Your face," he said in astonishment, "it's not all scaly. You don't have your powers! I'm alive! Metaphorically speaking. I'm- wait a minute!"
Suddenly, Spike flew forward, knocking Xander to the ground and grabbing hold of Xander's neck. In the same moment, Spike grabbed his own head and wailed in pain.
"You tried to kill me," Spike growled. "You told Willow to wish that I'd turn crispy to the point of dustiness."
"No! No!" Xander cried frantically. In his panic, he didn't remember that the muscle-packed vampire holding him down was, as Buffy fondly called it, impotent. "I just told her to wish that you'd go bald!"
"Oh, well, that's... no better! Vampires can't exactly grow their hair back, you know!" Spike shouted.
Remembering Spike's impairment, Xander threw the vampire off of him.
"Don't you know what this means?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, that when this ch- Willow!" Spike shouted, turning to the couch. "Where'd she go?"
In the excitement, everyone's attention had turned to the dueling pair leaving Willow unattended. And in that short time, the sickly witch had managed to allude everyone.
"There has to be something wrong with her. She wouldn't do that on her own free will," Spike said in an uncertain voice. He couldn't hide the fact that what Willow had done hurt him even though he didn't know if she meant to or not.
"What's wrong with her?" Anya screamed suddenly. "What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I torch this cheating scum-bag?"
"Hey!" Spike cried indignantly.
"What'd you people do to me? What happened to my powers?" Anya asked desperately.
"Well, hon- Anyanka," Xander said cautiously as he walked to the confused girl. "You lost them when you became human. Which you apparently still are."
"Human?" Anya spat with disgust. "This isn't right. I must contact D'Hoffryn."
With that, Anya stormed out of Giles' house.
"Xander?" Buffy called lazily. "Follow her."
"Already leaving," Xander said as he headed after his girlfriend.
"Well," Giles said from off to the side. "That was entertaining. Of course, it would have been better if that guy had spontaneously combusted."
At the same time, Buffy, Riley, and Spike rolled their eyes.
"I can't believe my mom spelt with that guy," Buffy mumbled.
"What?" Everyone else asked in alarm.
"I'm not your father, am I?" Giles asked worriedly.
"No, thank goodness. Go find some new clothes or something," Buffy said to get the drunken English man away from them.
"So... anyway, what's the plan?" Riley asked, shaking away the disturbing image he had in his head.
Sighing deeply, Buffy plopped onto the couch.
"Well, I'm guessing that wherever Willow is heading, she's long gone. And I don't think any of us want to do another spell to find her," Buffy said.
"Speaking of spells, we still don't know what with wrong with our last one. At least, we don't know what happened to Willow," Spike reminded them.
"Well, we know that Giles and Anya were transformed by it and became their former selves. But unless Willow used to be a pyro or a psycho, she wasn't affected the same way. She was effected by a spell that we assume was cast and completed around the same time as ours but we aren't sure how. Whoa," Riley said, pausing for a breath, "that was long-winded."
"Wait, Willow has been acting more and more sickly since the first time the Sirenial Sisters 'attacked' her. Maybe what was being done to her affected her magical power. So when she did the spell, she didn't actually do it," Spike offered.
There was a pause after Spike's idea while Riley and Buffy processed what was just said. Then silence was finally broken by the smashing of a glass followed by "Man, I'm hammered," from Giles. The Scoobies choose to ignore this comment for the sake of their sanity.
"So what you're saying is that Willow had no power at the time she cast the spell. That's why, unlike Anya and Giles, she didn't revert back to her former self," Buffy attempted to clarify.
"Exactly," Spike said with a smile.
"Now we just have to figure out what Willow *did* become," Buffy said.
"I hate to admit it," Spike said, "but I think we need help.
"What kind of help?" Buffy asked.
"Like, magical help," Spike explained. "Some witches to possible do a locator spell for us."
"Sounds alright to me. Do we know any- hold on," Riley said suddenly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a buzzing beeper. "The Initiative. They need me there."
"Wait," Buffy whispered as she chased after her exiting boyfriend. "You're leaving me? With him?"
Riley laughed and said, "sorry. But now you guys can bond. See you soon!"
Buffy flashed him a murderous glare as he kissed her quickly on the cheek and made a speedy exit.
"Just you and me, luv," Spike said in mock seductiveness. "Where do you want to go?"
"Willow told me about a Wiccan group she went to last week. She said it wasn't that great but..."
"It's worth a shot," Spike finished.
"Except we don't know how to find them."
"Do they live on the college campus?"
"Probably," Buffy said, not seeing Spike's point.
"Then I can probably find them if you know at least one of their names," Spike informed her.
"Do I want to know?" Buffy asked suspiciously.
"Probably not."
"Good, then let's go. Giles or Ripper or whoever," Buffy addressed the drunk, "don't break anything while we're gone."
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"Where are we going exactly?" Clarissa hissed.
The Sirenial Sisters' fearless self-appointed leader had so far lead them around the same bench three times and a big oak tree four times.
"We really *are* out of practice," Rosa grumbled when they came to an abrupt halt.
Ignoring her sisters' negative comments, Cullena lifted her nose to the air and sniffed.
"I think I'm picking up on something," Cullena whispered, her nose poised in the air.
Three other noses lifted to the starry sky above them and sniffed hopefully. A few drunken college students walked by at this point and started laughing uncontrollably at the sight of four attractive women smelling the air.
"Those stupid 'educated' boys," Rosa growled. Her eyes began to darken as plans of making a particular part of the boys' bodies resemble that of a monkey.
"Wait," Reina commended, "no one can know where we are."
"But..." Rosa started to argue.
"I smell them," Cullena said with satisfaction.
"Oh! I do too!" Clarissa cried happily.
Reina and Rosa quickly put their noses into the air, hoping to get a trace.
"Wait a minute..." Reina whispered suspiciously.
"No, it can't be..." Rosa protested.
All of their eyes turned to a long field of grass, some buildings, and a sign that read: "University of Sunnydale, California".
"The college," Cullena said with a smirk on her face.
"College students free us?!" Rosa shouted indignantly. "College? How can they possibly know anything about magic!"
"Times have changed," Cullena reasoned. "Besides, *you* were only 16 when you mastered magic. Same for the rest of us. These collage students are probably around 21, the age I was when we became demons. And you know how good I am."
Triumphantly, Cullena began walking towards the scent she was picking up. Her sisters lagged behind a minute to exchange looks of annoyance.
"I was only a year younger than her," Reina muttered. "And Clarissa was 18!"
"What about me? Okay, I had just mastered it but I was still good," Rose said.
Reina shrugged and Clarissa avoided the brunette girl's glare.
"Let's follow the leader," Reina said unenthusiastically.
"Oh, sisters!" Cullena call from across the campus. "We have a visitor!"