A/N: Sorry about the delay. But the long weekend's over and school…urgh. Might not get the next one out for a few days. There's just one more chapter, maybe an epilogue. And the sequel's coming up!

April 30, 2012 (Kitty Diary)—Later

I can still hear them talking about me downstairs. I didn't understand most of it, just that the diary was evil and that Aunt Anya thinks it "triggered" my dreams.

So the weird dreams about Mommy were because of the diary?

And then Aunt Anya reminded them that I should still be getting those weird dreams even after the diary was taken away.

"Angie didn't say anything, if she really did have another dream," Daddy defended.

"Well, of course she wouldn't," Aunt Anya snapped. "She's just a child."

I heard Daddy start to growl, but then Aunt Dawnie stopped him. "Spike! This is serious. We don't have time to fool around. The Potentials are dead. Faith is missing. And Buffy's next. Now everyone shut up and think! Willow, do you know any spells to track Faith, maybe find out where they took her? Everyone else, start researching for ways we can hurt the First, something that we haven't thought of before."

"Wow, Dawnster. Much more on the assertiveness," Uncle Xander commented

Aunt Dawnie ignored him. "Willow, what's up with Buffy? Why is she in a trance?"

"We were trying to tap into something, a power source that might help the upcoming battle," Aunt Willow explained. "I don't know why she's still like that. But I'm sure she's fine."

"Red, she better be peachy keen."

Mommy? Something was wrong with Mommy?

I ran downstairs, looking at the weirdness in the living room. Uncle Xander and Uncle Giles were sitting on the couch. Aunt Anya was pouting on the other one. Daddy was leaning against the wall. Aunt Willow was standing by Uncle Xander, saying funny-sounding made-up words. And Aunt Dawnie was pacing around in the middle of the floor.

And Mommy? Mommy was sitting cross-legged, with her eyes closed, in the middle of everything. And everyone was staring at her.

"I can't. It-it's not working," Aunt Willow said, sounding disappointed. "I can't locate Faith. The First…there's just too much interference."

The grown-ups started talking again.

"Mommy?" I asked quietly.

Mommy opened her eyes. Golden eyes! She stood up, her face blank, and everyone stopped talking and just stared at her.

"Mommy?"

Mommy snapped her head and stared with those eerie, golden eyes. She took a step.

"Buffy—" Mommy thrust her hands outwards, and all the grown-ups were thrown back against the walls. They couldn't get away from the walls.

"Mommy?"

She stopped a foot away and kneeled on one leg, slowly, so that she could look at me in the face.

"Mommy? You're eyes are funny."

"We must defeat the First." It was Mommy's voice, but not just Mommy talking. Two voices. "Release the answer. Show us how to defeat it."

"Mommy?" Now I was getting scared. I looked at the walls. Aunt Dawnie, trying to speak. Daddy, trying to break loose. Aunt Willow, her eyes turning black, still stuck. They were all trying.

"Show us." Mommy reached for my hand. I put it in hers. She was hot, burning. Like fire.

FLASH!

Aunt Dawnie, crying. Mommy, kissing her cheek, then turning. Running.

The platform.

Mommy diving off the platform, the same way she dove off before, in my dream. Plunging into the cloud of blue lightening.

FLASH!

I pulled my hand away. It felt scalded, like when I touched the pan Aunt Willow used to make cookies before it had cooled. But it wasn't my hand that was scalded. It was more like my head.

Like I'd burnt my head.

"Angie! Are you okay?" I opened my eyes, without realizing I'd ever closed them. Daddy was looking at me, concerned. "Angie, pet, how are you doing? How do you feel?"

I shrugged. The burning feeling was going away. "Okay. But Daddy, where's Mommy?" I looked around, but could only see Aunt Dawnie and the others, packing up things in bags and putting on their jackets.

Daddy's warm blue eyes turned icy. "Buffy's after the First. Only it's not her exactly, is it?"

He looked up at Aunt Willow. "Red, you tracked Buffy?"

Aunt Willow nodded.

Daddy turned back to me and took a deep breath. Funny, considering he never did when he was sleeping. "Pet, I'm going now, okay? Be back soon. Now be a good girl and stay here with Uncle Xander."

I pouted, but knew better than to argue. "Bring Mommy back, okay, Daddy?"

Daddy smiled. A funny smile, not a happy smile. "Of course, luv. I promise."

A/N: Oooh, cliffhanger! I'm really, really evil…