-Three Days Later (afternoon)-

"OH! I found it! I found a way!" Willow yelled as she jumped up and down in front of her computer.

All the girls around her started jumping in joy with her, soon the dining room floor was shaking loudly over the basement. Spike flew up the stairs in nothing but black boxers.

With a sleepily angry face on,
"What the bloody hell is going on here?!"

"I found it, Spike. Buffy is not going to leave us!" Willow answered in such a happy fit that she found herself hugging the sparsely clad vampire.

He patted her back lightly in response as Buffy walked in also having been woken by the ruckus with the others in tow.

"What is all this about me not leaving? Where was I going?" Buffy asked yawning, waiting for an answer while appraising Spike's six-pack.

"This!" Willow pointed at the computer screen in ecstatic joy, "This, a prophecy about the slayer who can make evil drop its guard."

Buffy and the others read the screen:
Evil will rise with the bringing forth of a dead chosen. Summoning another with the chosen's departure, this new will allure the first into submission.

"Short and sweet," Buffy stated looking over to Giles for an explanation.

"Hmm, cryptic wording. Most likely it just means that when you died, one slayer was summoned in your death. And that one slayer will be able to bring down the first." He explained as best as he possibly could.

"Wait, if I am getting this correct, your saying that now other than Buffy and that girl Faith, there is another one?" Spike intervened, sometime in the duration of the reading he had put some clothes on (sad day).

"Yes," Willow answered.

"Well then where is she?" Xander asked the question that was on everyone's tongues.

"I am going to phone the council." At this Giles departed into the kitchen.

Everyone scanned the room in silence, the girl's looking the most curious. Giles came back into the room shaking his head.

"They are as clueless as us. Most of the watchers have been killed, everything is in chaos. They said only that they are sure that every potential slayer born is here, in this house."

"Girls, do any of you know anything? Have you had any dreams about this? Is everyone here?" Willow asked.

"Where is Kara?" Anya asked sternly.

At this question everyone turned to Spike as his head shot up, brow furrowed looking at the ceiling. He ran, bounding up the stairs the others close behind unknowing.

NO! Don't kill him, Take me! AHH! Came through clearly to Spike's head he was feeling her fright.

They all reached Willows room, Kara was tossing around in her sleeping bag on the floor. Buffy was worried, quiet enveloped the room as Kara threw herself a silent sleep drowned fit.

Spike kneeled down and held her shoulders down, bruising already formed by self-infliction.

"Luv! You have to wake up," He yelled at her straining figure, "Please! It is only a dream WAKE UP!"

At this Kara's eyes opened, sweat beading off of her from the violent dream. Her mouth opened in a scream, but nothing came out. Her shaking body was pulled into a hug by Spike's protective arms.

Rubbing circles on her back he comforted her, "Just a dream," Only a dream.

The room still in stunned silence, the girl had twice brought that into the group.

"What was the dream about?" Buffy questioned Spike.

Spike shook his head,
"Not now, she's so frightened I can't make out anything."

"Whatever the nightmare was, it could be prophetic, maybe Kara is the girl we have been looking for."