A/N: I just wanted to say: Hurry for the return of Fanfiction.net! Also, for story purposes, let's say that Willow told Buffy more about the Wiccan group than was shown on the show. Also, quick reminder (it's been a while and there are a lot of names to remember): Charlotte and Karen are members of the Wiccan group.
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Fingers fumbled over the shiny lock. A tired eye peered through a small round window in the door.
"Who is it?" Karen asked lazily through the door.
There were eight women, only two of whom she recognized, standing outside of her dorm door.
"Don't you know?" One of the women, a red-haired one Karen didn't recognize, called.
"No, should I?" Karen asked cautiously. It was pretty late at night, not in college terms but she did have a big test the next day not to mention a bake sale.
The red-haired girl laughed and said, "of course, you did summon us afterall."
"This is the girl who freed us?" Karen heard another of the women scoff.
"So are you going to let us in?" the redhead asked again.
"H-hold on," Karen stuttered and turned to her sleeping roommate. "Charlotte, Charlotte! Wake up!"
The sleeping form mumbled something that was inaudible to Karen and shifted slightly.
"Hello! There's someone coming up the stairs and eight women loitering out in the hall might look a little suspicious," a voice from the other side of the door informed Karen.
"It's college, no one suspects anything," Karen muttered. She sighed deeply and considered her options. Something was telling her to let these women in and she wasn't sure why. "Here goes nothing."
She placed her hand on the door knob and cautiously turned it. Eight women filed into her room quickly. Well, four of them were being dragged but they all entered the room nevertheless. Just as quickly, the red haired one shut the door and pressed her ear to it.
"Well, it looks like we'll be able to show off our powers sooner than I thought. I'm Cullena Sirenial by the way," Cullena said when she heard voices down the hall.
"Powers? What-"
"Hush, they're coming," Cullena whispered, cutting Karen off.
****
"Room 213," Spike read off a shiny rectangle next to a dorm room door. "Room 203 must be at the other end of the hall."
"It's strange, I thought I heard voices," Buffy commented.
Spike didn't reply. Instead, he stopped suddenly at a random door.
"That's room 208, Spike. Okay, sure, part of the 8 is rusted over but-"
"Quiet," Spike cut Buffy off. He lifted his arm in a fey manner and knocked on the door.
For a second, Spike thought he saw the women he loved standing in front of him when the door opened. He even sensed her near him. But the women before him just happened to have the same hair and eye color as Willow.
"Yes?" the women who answered the door asked. She was fully dressed and had an unusual alertness in her voice for someone in the middle of the night. Of course, she was probably a college student so he didn't suspect anything. Behind her was a sleepy looking brunette.
"Oh, um..." Spike was at a loss for words. Now that the door was opened, he wasn't sure why he wanted it open.
"Cookies?" The women asked brightly, holding out a tin that was handed to her by the brunette. "Five dollars a tin."
As robotically as he opened the door, Spike searched his pocket for some money. After not finding any, he turned to Buffy.
"Do you have five dollars?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and hissed, "we don't have time for this."
"But... cookies!" Spike pleaded, he blue eyes were wide and almost innocent looking.
"Spike, this is ri- wait," Buffy stopped and looked at the tin. She searched her pockets and pulled out a five dollar bill. She then swapped it for the tin and clutched it to her.
"Thank you! We'll be selling more tomorrow on the campus. Feel free to come by again!" The unknown redhead said and shut the door quickly.
Buffy and Spike stood there a moment in a trance and then shook their heads.
"That was weird," Buffy commented.
"Well, at least we got cookies out of it," Spike replied.
"Right, so... room 203 then," Buffy said.
"Right."
****
"That was weird. Who were those people?" Karen asked.
"Customers," Cullena replied. "And they'll be more of them tomorrow at your bake sale, thanks to us."
"Wait, we're here to help with a bake sale?" Clarissa asked. "We're vengeance demons, well, ex ones. We should be avenging things. Didn't you guys even read the spell?"
There was a blank look on Karen's face and then something seemed to click in her mind. A look of understanding crossed her face.
"You're the-"
"Divine help you were chanting for," Cullena finished.
"But... our spell didn't work. Well, it shouldn't have worked," Karen explained.
"What do you mean?" Rose asked suspiciously as she moved closer to the girl. "You are a witch, right?"
"Well, I prefer the term Wiccan but yeah, I mean, just look at the spice rack I have. But we were just messing around when we did the spell to summon you guys," Karen cautioned.
"Just messing around?" Rose asked indignantly.
"Yeah, you know, just for fun. A-Ask Charlotte," she stuttered and jabbed the still-sleeping girl's form.
"What?" Charlotte muttered sleepily.
"We have visitors," Karen whispered.
"Tell them to go away said into her pillow as she turned away from her roommate.
"Oh, you might want to be awake for this," Cullena said. "We're going to make you rich."
****
"Room 203," Buffy announced.
She knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. After glancing doubtfully at Spike, Buffy knocked again. Nothing again.
"I guess she's asleep," Buffy said.
"Or she knows better than to answer the door in the middle of the night. Especially after what happened a few weeks ago," Spike suggested.
"I guess."
They stood together in complete silence. Well, it was almost complete silence, they were both munching on the cookies they bought recently.
"I could pick the lock or just kick down the door," Spike offered after swallowing a mouthful of cookie. "I wish we had some milk."
Buffy gave him an odd look which he just shrugged off.
"We don't have many options," she said unhappily, lifting a hair pin up for Spike to take. "I feel bad about this. But we need help and Tara's the only name that Willow mentioned. Wait, she did mention that the Wiccan group she went to were planning a bake sale."
"Kinda like the people we got these cookies from," he replied. "We should go to that."
"No, Spike, you're missing the point," Buffy said with palpable annoyance. "Those women we bought the cookies from might be part of the Wiccan group Willow went to."
"Buffy, do you know how many people might be having a bake sale at any given time?"
"Well, it's worth-"
"Yeah, yeah, it's worth a shot."
****
"So you guys are actual demons?" Charlotte asked carefully. "And why are Tara and Willow here?"
"Yes! How many times do we need to say it?" Cullena cried, ignoring the latter question.
"Well, we're sorry that it's just a little hard for us to believe that demons exist," Karen commented grumpily.
"You do live in a town that's a demon hot-spot," Clarissa said, "it's hard to believe that you *don't* know they exist."
"Do you need another demonstration? Ha, I love that word," Cullena smiled.
"Yes, proof would be good," Karen said.
"Okay, what to do, what to do," Cullena mused.
She pace back and forth in a very human-like fashion, hands knitting non-existent yarn, eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"Well, let's just do something small to start off with," Cullena decided.
After looking briefly around the room, she pointed a finger at a large textbook lying on a desk. With a quick flick of her wrist, Cullena sent the book flying across the room.
"Parlor trick," Charlotte whispered to Karen.
Cullena turned quickly to the skeptical girl and made Charlotte fear for her life for a moment. But after studying Charlotte, Cullena's fierce look melted and she let out a short laugh. Then she turned back to the textbook and pointed to it again. This time the book burst into flames.
"My teacher is going to be so angry!" Charlotte cried.
"Sorry," Cullena said nonchalantly and made a bucket of water appear, dose the fire, and vanish again. "Was that a parlor trick?"
Charlotte shook her head fiercely.
"Good, now the plan is-"
Cullena was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Oh, great, who's that?" Karen groaned.
Cullena shrugged, "more customers?"
"We can't have 'customers' come at all times in the night, you know," Charlotte hissed.
"Just these last ones and then we'll close up shop until tomorrow."
****
Fingers fumbled over the shiny lock. A tired eye peered through a small round window in the door.
"Who is it?" Karen asked lazily through the door.
There were eight women, only two of whom she recognized, standing outside of her dorm door.
"Don't you know?" One of the women, a red-haired one Karen didn't recognize, called.
"No, should I?" Karen asked cautiously. It was pretty late at night, not in college terms but she did have a big test the next day not to mention a bake sale.
The red-haired girl laughed and said, "of course, you did summon us afterall."
"This is the girl who freed us?" Karen heard another of the women scoff.
"So are you going to let us in?" the redhead asked again.
"H-hold on," Karen stuttered and turned to her sleeping roommate. "Charlotte, Charlotte! Wake up!"
The sleeping form mumbled something that was inaudible to Karen and shifted slightly.
"Hello! There's someone coming up the stairs and eight women loitering out in the hall might look a little suspicious," a voice from the other side of the door informed Karen.
"It's college, no one suspects anything," Karen muttered. She sighed deeply and considered her options. Something was telling her to let these women in and she wasn't sure why. "Here goes nothing."
She placed her hand on the door knob and cautiously turned it. Eight women filed into her room quickly. Well, four of them were being dragged but they all entered the room nevertheless. Just as quickly, the red haired one shut the door and pressed her ear to it.
"Well, it looks like we'll be able to show off our powers sooner than I thought. I'm Cullena Sirenial by the way," Cullena said when she heard voices down the hall.
"Powers? What-"
"Hush, they're coming," Cullena whispered, cutting Karen off.
****
"Room 213," Spike read off a shiny rectangle next to a dorm room door. "Room 203 must be at the other end of the hall."
"It's strange, I thought I heard voices," Buffy commented.
Spike didn't reply. Instead, he stopped suddenly at a random door.
"That's room 208, Spike. Okay, sure, part of the 8 is rusted over but-"
"Quiet," Spike cut Buffy off. He lifted his arm in a fey manner and knocked on the door.
For a second, Spike thought he saw the women he loved standing in front of him when the door opened. He even sensed her near him. But the women before him just happened to have the same hair and eye color as Willow.
"Yes?" the women who answered the door asked. She was fully dressed and had an unusual alertness in her voice for someone in the middle of the night. Of course, she was probably a college student so he didn't suspect anything. Behind her was a sleepy looking brunette.
"Oh, um..." Spike was at a loss for words. Now that the door was opened, he wasn't sure why he wanted it open.
"Cookies?" The women asked brightly, holding out a tin that was handed to her by the brunette. "Five dollars a tin."
As robotically as he opened the door, Spike searched his pocket for some money. After not finding any, he turned to Buffy.
"Do you have five dollars?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and hissed, "we don't have time for this."
"But... cookies!" Spike pleaded, he blue eyes were wide and almost innocent looking.
"Spike, this is ri- wait," Buffy stopped and looked at the tin. She searched her pockets and pulled out a five dollar bill. She then swapped it for the tin and clutched it to her.
"Thank you! We'll be selling more tomorrow on the campus. Feel free to come by again!" The unknown redhead said and shut the door quickly.
Buffy and Spike stood there a moment in a trance and then shook their heads.
"That was weird," Buffy commented.
"Well, at least we got cookies out of it," Spike replied.
"Right, so... room 203 then," Buffy said.
"Right."
****
"That was weird. Who were those people?" Karen asked.
"Customers," Cullena replied. "And they'll be more of them tomorrow at your bake sale, thanks to us."
"Wait, we're here to help with a bake sale?" Clarissa asked. "We're vengeance demons, well, ex ones. We should be avenging things. Didn't you guys even read the spell?"
There was a blank look on Karen's face and then something seemed to click in her mind. A look of understanding crossed her face.
"You're the-"
"Divine help you were chanting for," Cullena finished.
"But... our spell didn't work. Well, it shouldn't have worked," Karen explained.
"What do you mean?" Rose asked suspiciously as she moved closer to the girl. "You are a witch, right?"
"Well, I prefer the term Wiccan but yeah, I mean, just look at the spice rack I have. But we were just messing around when we did the spell to summon you guys," Karen cautioned.
"Just messing around?" Rose asked indignantly.
"Yeah, you know, just for fun. A-Ask Charlotte," she stuttered and jabbed the still-sleeping girl's form.
"What?" Charlotte muttered sleepily.
"We have visitors," Karen whispered.
"Tell them to go away said into her pillow as she turned away from her roommate.
"Oh, you might want to be awake for this," Cullena said. "We're going to make you rich."
****
"Room 203," Buffy announced.
She knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. After glancing doubtfully at Spike, Buffy knocked again. Nothing again.
"I guess she's asleep," Buffy said.
"Or she knows better than to answer the door in the middle of the night. Especially after what happened a few weeks ago," Spike suggested.
"I guess."
They stood together in complete silence. Well, it was almost complete silence, they were both munching on the cookies they bought recently.
"I could pick the lock or just kick down the door," Spike offered after swallowing a mouthful of cookie. "I wish we had some milk."
Buffy gave him an odd look which he just shrugged off.
"We don't have many options," she said unhappily, lifting a hair pin up for Spike to take. "I feel bad about this. But we need help and Tara's the only name that Willow mentioned. Wait, she did mention that the Wiccan group she went to were planning a bake sale."
"Kinda like the people we got these cookies from," he replied. "We should go to that."
"No, Spike, you're missing the point," Buffy said with palpable annoyance. "Those women we bought the cookies from might be part of the Wiccan group Willow went to."
"Buffy, do you know how many people might be having a bake sale at any given time?"
"Well, it's worth-"
"Yeah, yeah, it's worth a shot."
****
"So you guys are actual demons?" Charlotte asked carefully. "And why are Tara and Willow here?"
"Yes! How many times do we need to say it?" Cullena cried, ignoring the latter question.
"Well, we're sorry that it's just a little hard for us to believe that demons exist," Karen commented grumpily.
"You do live in a town that's a demon hot-spot," Clarissa said, "it's hard to believe that you *don't* know they exist."
"Do you need another demonstration? Ha, I love that word," Cullena smiled.
"Yes, proof would be good," Karen said.
"Okay, what to do, what to do," Cullena mused.
She pace back and forth in a very human-like fashion, hands knitting non-existent yarn, eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"Well, let's just do something small to start off with," Cullena decided.
After looking briefly around the room, she pointed a finger at a large textbook lying on a desk. With a quick flick of her wrist, Cullena sent the book flying across the room.
"Parlor trick," Charlotte whispered to Karen.
Cullena turned quickly to the skeptical girl and made Charlotte fear for her life for a moment. But after studying Charlotte, Cullena's fierce look melted and she let out a short laugh. Then she turned back to the textbook and pointed to it again. This time the book burst into flames.
"My teacher is going to be so angry!" Charlotte cried.
"Sorry," Cullena said nonchalantly and made a bucket of water appear, dose the fire, and vanish again. "Was that a parlor trick?"
Charlotte shook her head fiercely.
"Good, now the plan is-"
Cullena was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Oh, great, who's that?" Karen groaned.
Cullena shrugged, "more customers?"
"We can't have 'customers' come at all times in the night, you know," Charlotte hissed.
"Just these last ones and then we'll close up shop until tomorrow."