A/N- Thanks everyone for your wonderful reviews. Your advice is helpful and my people and demon list is getting longer and longer. I might not be able to bring everyone back but I'm going to try to bring as many as possible.
Bolo- Buffy, Xander and Spike know somethings up because the spell didn't effect them. They were protected from it by the Armangian powder which had been spilt on the floor around them. It acted as a barrier.

Oh and sorry it's been awhile since I've updated. I was on holiday in Japan. But now I'm back and will write faster.

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Buffy knew something weird was up, well that or she was going crazy. She decided to ignore it for now and continue with her regular routine. Her regular routine involved sorting out stuff around the house. But now that her mom was here she wasn't sure what she was meant to be doing. Buffy helped her mom clear the breakfast stuff and wash the dishes. Joyce stood at the sink scrubbing them clean while Buffy dried and put them away.

Joyce smiled at her daughter. "You know this is very thoughtful of you Buffy. Don't you have class this morning?"

"Class?"

"College lectures. You're not skipping just to help your mom with the dishes are you?"

"Um, no." Buffy answered. She knew she wasn't in college. But then she knew her mom died last year. Somehow knowing wasn't the same as is. She couldn't be sure. "You know" Buffy added looking at her watch. "You're right. I should actually get going if I don't want to be late."

Buffy went and grabbed her bag from upstairs. When she reached the front door she called out. "Bye Mom!"

"See you tonight dear." Joyce replied.

'I hope so' Buffy added in her head.

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Giles arrived at the Sunnydale public library and headed straight for the mythological and ancient texts section. Being Sunnydale the library had a rather large section of these books and no one seemed to comment on this or find it strange. He approached the partially hidden enquiry desk where a small slightly balding man was sitting, engrossed in a large tome.

"Ah excuse me. I was told you had acquired the book I ordered recently?"

The man looked up and fumbled with his glasses. "You are... um, is it Rupert Giles?"

"Yes" Giles replied.

The man pulled out a package from one of his desk drawers and handed it over to Giles. "You need to sign here" he added indicating to a library form.

Giles signed it, took his package and smiled at the man. "Thank you very much..." He glanced at his small library nametag. "...Dalton. Sorry to disturb you."

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Spike woke up suddenly. His vampire hearing had picked up the sounds of something above him in his crypt. He groaned, pulled himself out of bed and grabbed a shirt. As he climbed up the ladder the sound got louder. Spike peered into his dimly lit crypt but couldn't spot anyone or anything. The noise was coming from the television to his right. He was sure that he hadn't left it on when he went to bed.

Spike walked over to it and flicked it off. The crypt went suddenly quiet, but didn't stay that way for long.

"Do you mind I was watching that!" Called a small high-pitched grating voice.

Spike whirled around but still failed to see anyone. "Show yourself you bloody coward."

"How dare you call me a coward for I am the Dark Lord of nightmares, the bringer of terror... tremble before me! Fear me!"

Spike traced the voice to its location. There standing on his old comfy chair was miniature sized demon. It was only about two inches high and glaring up at him. "Yeah right" Spike replied. "You're who?"

"Gachnar, Fear Demon, the Dark Lord of..." the little horned demon spoke up again.

"Heard that bit the last time" Spike interrupted. "What the hell are you doing in my crypt?"

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Xander went to work like he usually did. He did his typical jobs like normal. He finished work at five and went home. It was exactly like a regular day except it wasn't. The whole time he was at the construction site he had thoughts racing through his head. These involved the possibility that he was crazy delusional or maybe had just been dreaming.

When he arrived home he took a shower and changed into clean clothes. Then went to stand by the answering machine for what seemed like ages. If the message were still there it would be proof that it really happened. Xander reached out and pushed the replay button. Almost instantly the sound of Jesse's voice came reverberating out.

He really had received a message from his dead childhood friend.

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Buffy wandered around campus all day. She knew she probably should have gone to class but she didn't even know what classes she was taking. The morning had been overwhelming so she had spent the afternoon in a daze. Buffy had been sitting in a college cafe slowing drinking a fast cooling latte when she realised how late it was getting. She decided it was time to return home.

Buffy unlocked the door and headed into the living room where she could here the sounds of laughing. Dawn and some guy, were sitting on the couch munching their way through a huge bowl of popcorn while laughing at the television.

Her sister looked up at Buffy when she entered. "Hey Buffy."

"Dawn..." Buffy replied. "Um, whose your friend?"

"Justin, you know my boyfriend, the one you met a couple of weeks ago." Dawn answered with a look a disbelief to Buffy. "Boy are you forgetful recently."

"Oh" Buffy said looking confused. Since when had her sister had a boyfriend? "So where's Mom?" Buffy added, unsure if she really wanted the answer in case it was 'what do you mean, Mom's dead'.

"She's at the gallery. She told me to tell you that she's working late tonight and there's leftover pasta you can reheat for dinner" Dawn replied.

Buffy looked relieved.

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Xander arrived at the Bronze. He walked through the doors and across the room extremely slowly. Or maybe it just seemed slow to him. Like everything had gone into slow motion and the sounds of the crowd around him were muted. A voice calling his name broke the daze and brought him crashing down to reality.

"Xander. Hey, over here."

Xander turned in the direction of the voice to find Jesse and Willow sitting at a table. They were holding drinks and smiling at him. There was an extra drink on the table. He stood there trying to find his voice. Trying to think of something to say. He always had some comment to make. Why didn't his mouth work anymore? Willow spoke first.

"Aren't you going to sit down? We got you a drink."

Xander sat down. He looked at his drink.

"Well you're awfully quiet tonight" Jesse commented. "Are you okay man?"

Xander managed a smile. "Yeah... it's just been a really weird day."

Why was he so worried? Okay so something was definitely wrong in Sunnydale, but he shouldn't complain. Jesse was alive. Who was he to question the weirdness that was life on the Hellmouth? Xander turned his smile into a grin. "Although now that I think about it, it was really dull. I got up, went to work and came home again. So, what have you guys been up to?"

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