DC: I don't own anything but Lyn and this current plot.
"Thank you for having me-" Giles started as a big clap of lightning struck, illuminating the living room and making him jump out of his seat.
"Chill Giles, you're fine here," Willow said, pouring him a cup of hot tea from the pot on the coffee table for him.
"Did your Mum happen to leave anything hard in the house?" he asked.
"Check in the cupboard above the refridgerator. I haven't touched the stuff really since the last time I got drunk," Buffy answered. Giles stood up and left the room.
There was a knock at the door. Dawn answered it.
"Come on in, Xander," she said, opening the door for him.
"Weird, major," he said, taking off his black raincoat and doing the same for Anya.
"Whaddya mean 'weird'?" Dawn asked.
"I just saw Spike on the way over here. He was standing over a dead body!" he explained.
"Spike? But he couldn't hurt anything with that chip in his head-could he?" Buffy asked Giles.
"I sure as Bloody Hell don't know!" Giles said, tipping a large glass of what appeared to be brandy.
"I think that's enough for now," Tara said, taking the glass from him.
"Whaddya do that for?" he asked. Without an answer, he shook his head.
"Spike can't hurt anyone. The Initiative made sure of that," he said, sobering up.
"Well then why was he standing over some guy with a bloody knife in his hand?" Anya asked.
"Spikes' chip won't let him hurt anyone. Riley explained it all to me," Buffy said, defending him.
"Well, you'd better go check it out before someone starts asking questions," Xander said.
"Where was he?" Buffy asked.
"We drove past Restfield, 'cause we thought you were there, and he was there."
"Wanna drive me?"
***********
"Well, I don't see anythi-" Buffy was caught short. Lying in front of her, sprawled out on a grave stone, was the form of a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with her throat slashed from ear to ear.
"I think I know what you're talking about," Buffy said solemnly. "If she's still here in the morning, we'll call the cops." With that, she dissapeared into Xander's car. Xander took a long look around and followed her.
"Do ya think Spike had something to do with it?" Xander asked when they got back on the main road.
"I don't know. I honestly don't know."
***********
"Did you notice anything odd about him when he stopped by tonight?" Giles asked.
"No," Buffy said quickly.
"Well, what exactly were you all doing about the time he got here?"
"Lighting candles," Willow said, romantically, looking at Tara.
"I don't see how that's gonna help," Giles shook his head. "Give me a blow- by-blow account of the five minutes before he got here, until he left."
"Buffy just got back from Spike's and we were lighting candles. I remember, 'cause I had to put that bucket in the basement."
"Did he act normally when you were lighting the candles?" Giles asked.
"Actually it was right after we lit the last one," Willow pointed out. "What was that spell we used again, Baby? 'Flisa mariosa'?"
" 'Flicasa marisa'?" Just then, a candle that had been blown out re-lit itself.
"If I've told you once, I've told you twice. 'Don't do spells around the Undead'." Giles shook his head again.
Willow thought for a moment. "Hey, you never told me that!"
"It's common knowledge that you shouldn't use even the simplest of spells around vampires. You and I both know what could happen."
"Well, we were doing it before he came in, so we weren't expecting him. So there!" she exclaimed.
"Enough of this. Where is your spellbook, Willow. I need to read up on this 'fluxa mikasa' or whatever it is," he took off his glasses and started cleaning them with a handkerchief that was in his pocket.
Willow emerged from the living room with the book and handed it to Giles.
"Hopefully we won't have to go any further than this," he said, opening it to an index of candle spells.
"Here it is, 'flicasa-' well, you know. 'Flicasa marisa was first used during the early seventeenth century in a tiny village outside of London called Malrisa Cove. As far back as it was first found, the first wiccan to use it is unknown, due to a large group of vampires who fed off of every known inhabitant of the town soon after the spell was created. Little is known about the reason for the sudden conquest of the once was peaceful town.' Well that isn't really helping us," he muttered.
"But what would that have to do with Spike being weird and all?" Buffy asked.
"Malrisa Cove. I think I've heard of that town. It was mentioned in a couple of Watcher's diaries from around that time period. I've got a couple of the diaries at home that mention it, I think, but if not, I'm sure the Council won't mind faxing a copy or something," Giles said, unknowingly ignoring Buffy.
"Xander, would you mind giving me a quick lift? I believe I still may be a little woozy from that brandy earlier."
Xander rolled his eyes, but grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, grabbing his rain jacket on the way out. Giles followed him.
"You'd better be chipping in for gas, you know," Xander pointed out. "We'll be right back!"
"Thank you for having me-" Giles started as a big clap of lightning struck, illuminating the living room and making him jump out of his seat.
"Chill Giles, you're fine here," Willow said, pouring him a cup of hot tea from the pot on the coffee table for him.
"Did your Mum happen to leave anything hard in the house?" he asked.
"Check in the cupboard above the refridgerator. I haven't touched the stuff really since the last time I got drunk," Buffy answered. Giles stood up and left the room.
There was a knock at the door. Dawn answered it.
"Come on in, Xander," she said, opening the door for him.
"Weird, major," he said, taking off his black raincoat and doing the same for Anya.
"Whaddya mean 'weird'?" Dawn asked.
"I just saw Spike on the way over here. He was standing over a dead body!" he explained.
"Spike? But he couldn't hurt anything with that chip in his head-could he?" Buffy asked Giles.
"I sure as Bloody Hell don't know!" Giles said, tipping a large glass of what appeared to be brandy.
"I think that's enough for now," Tara said, taking the glass from him.
"Whaddya do that for?" he asked. Without an answer, he shook his head.
"Spike can't hurt anyone. The Initiative made sure of that," he said, sobering up.
"Well then why was he standing over some guy with a bloody knife in his hand?" Anya asked.
"Spikes' chip won't let him hurt anyone. Riley explained it all to me," Buffy said, defending him.
"Well, you'd better go check it out before someone starts asking questions," Xander said.
"Where was he?" Buffy asked.
"We drove past Restfield, 'cause we thought you were there, and he was there."
"Wanna drive me?"
***********
"Well, I don't see anythi-" Buffy was caught short. Lying in front of her, sprawled out on a grave stone, was the form of a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with her throat slashed from ear to ear.
"I think I know what you're talking about," Buffy said solemnly. "If she's still here in the morning, we'll call the cops." With that, she dissapeared into Xander's car. Xander took a long look around and followed her.
"Do ya think Spike had something to do with it?" Xander asked when they got back on the main road.
"I don't know. I honestly don't know."
***********
"Did you notice anything odd about him when he stopped by tonight?" Giles asked.
"No," Buffy said quickly.
"Well, what exactly were you all doing about the time he got here?"
"Lighting candles," Willow said, romantically, looking at Tara.
"I don't see how that's gonna help," Giles shook his head. "Give me a blow- by-blow account of the five minutes before he got here, until he left."
"Buffy just got back from Spike's and we were lighting candles. I remember, 'cause I had to put that bucket in the basement."
"Did he act normally when you were lighting the candles?" Giles asked.
"Actually it was right after we lit the last one," Willow pointed out. "What was that spell we used again, Baby? 'Flisa mariosa'?"
" 'Flicasa marisa'?" Just then, a candle that had been blown out re-lit itself.
"If I've told you once, I've told you twice. 'Don't do spells around the Undead'." Giles shook his head again.
Willow thought for a moment. "Hey, you never told me that!"
"It's common knowledge that you shouldn't use even the simplest of spells around vampires. You and I both know what could happen."
"Well, we were doing it before he came in, so we weren't expecting him. So there!" she exclaimed.
"Enough of this. Where is your spellbook, Willow. I need to read up on this 'fluxa mikasa' or whatever it is," he took off his glasses and started cleaning them with a handkerchief that was in his pocket.
Willow emerged from the living room with the book and handed it to Giles.
"Hopefully we won't have to go any further than this," he said, opening it to an index of candle spells.
"Here it is, 'flicasa-' well, you know. 'Flicasa marisa was first used during the early seventeenth century in a tiny village outside of London called Malrisa Cove. As far back as it was first found, the first wiccan to use it is unknown, due to a large group of vampires who fed off of every known inhabitant of the town soon after the spell was created. Little is known about the reason for the sudden conquest of the once was peaceful town.' Well that isn't really helping us," he muttered.
"But what would that have to do with Spike being weird and all?" Buffy asked.
"Malrisa Cove. I think I've heard of that town. It was mentioned in a couple of Watcher's diaries from around that time period. I've got a couple of the diaries at home that mention it, I think, but if not, I'm sure the Council won't mind faxing a copy or something," Giles said, unknowingly ignoring Buffy.
"Xander, would you mind giving me a quick lift? I believe I still may be a little woozy from that brandy earlier."
Xander rolled his eyes, but grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, grabbing his rain jacket on the way out. Giles followed him.
"You'd better be chipping in for gas, you know," Xander pointed out. "We'll be right back!"