"Wake up already!" Faith's irate voice called. Angel slowly managed to open his eyes.
"Jeez, waking you is as hard as waking the dead!" Buffy said.
"Ha-ha." Angel replied, sitting up. "What's wrong?" he then added worriedly.
"Nothing, just we thought we should still do the spell to get back now before it's sunrise." Faith explained.
"Right, good idea." Angel agreed and pulled himself up.
It was still pitch black outside. "We can't have slept for long." Angel complained.
"'Bout an hour." Faith said, having now sobered up.
"How you feeling?" Angel asked Buffy.
"I don't know what she gave me, but I want some." Buffy replied with a smile.
"So all the pains gone?" Angel pressed.
"Not all." She replied.
"Shall we get out of here then?" asked Faith.
"Faith told me about the ritual-thing, I got candles for fire. And some matches" Buffy said.
They got half-way across the village before Faith spotted a well for water.
Angel picked up a bit of loose soil for earth.
They went back up to the top of the hill they had come down. They all sat down in a circle.
Faith who had picked up a loose piece of flint, drew it across her palm until it cut her skin.
"Ow! Jesus, spell's suck. I'm never gonna be a Witch, all this blood drawing!" Faith complained.
She passed it to Buffy who did the same without complaint.
Buffy passed it to Angel, their hands briefly touched. She felt the familiar spark she always got when she touched him.
Angel smiled at her as he drew the flint across him palm.
Angel cleared his throat, "In nomine Dea Hecate te invocamus, O Goura!"
Faith then took over, "Cresce ab infernam et nostrum mandatum oboede."
Buffy then said the last bit Faith had taught her, "Ianuam aethera apere ut anima hic lamie entrare posse. Aude et nos responde Goura ab potesta Hecata!"
A crack of blue lightning lit up the sky. A ripple of pain tore across every nerve. They all cried out as they were flung backwards.
Then everything went black.
"Jeez, waking you is as hard as waking the dead!" Buffy said.
"Ha-ha." Angel replied, sitting up. "What's wrong?" he then added worriedly.
"Nothing, just we thought we should still do the spell to get back now before it's sunrise." Faith explained.
"Right, good idea." Angel agreed and pulled himself up.
It was still pitch black outside. "We can't have slept for long." Angel complained.
"'Bout an hour." Faith said, having now sobered up.
"How you feeling?" Angel asked Buffy.
"I don't know what she gave me, but I want some." Buffy replied with a smile.
"So all the pains gone?" Angel pressed.
"Not all." She replied.
"Shall we get out of here then?" asked Faith.
"Faith told me about the ritual-thing, I got candles for fire. And some matches" Buffy said.
They got half-way across the village before Faith spotted a well for water.
Angel picked up a bit of loose soil for earth.
They went back up to the top of the hill they had come down. They all sat down in a circle.
Faith who had picked up a loose piece of flint, drew it across her palm until it cut her skin.
"Ow! Jesus, spell's suck. I'm never gonna be a Witch, all this blood drawing!" Faith complained.
She passed it to Buffy who did the same without complaint.
Buffy passed it to Angel, their hands briefly touched. She felt the familiar spark she always got when she touched him.
Angel smiled at her as he drew the flint across him palm.
Angel cleared his throat, "In nomine Dea Hecate te invocamus, O Goura!"
Faith then took over, "Cresce ab infernam et nostrum mandatum oboede."
Buffy then said the last bit Faith had taught her, "Ianuam aethera apere ut anima hic lamie entrare posse. Aude et nos responde Goura ab potesta Hecata!"
A crack of blue lightning lit up the sky. A ripple of pain tore across every nerve. They all cried out as they were flung backwards.
Then everything went black.