~Part: 3~
~*~Willow~*~
"Giles!" the red head shouted at the sleeping man for the hundredth time. He jumped lifting his head from his pillow made of books making his glasses slide off his nose.
"I need your help!" Willow said the moment Giles had regained consciousness. The man dressed in tweed placed his glasses back on his face, took one look at Willow, and let out a blood curling scream.
"Back demon, get back I say." He shouted holding a wooden cross in Willow's face. Willow took the cross out of his hands and placed it back down on the table leaving a very confused Giles in front of her.
"That's not funny Giles. I woke up and well there was this voice in my head that is mine, but not mine. Then I look in the mirror and I am wearing all this leather and then when I look down no leather. And…….." the red head rambled on for the next five minutes about what had happened when she woke up.
"You're…you're….you're alive!" Giles exclaimed not paying attention to a word of Willow's last five minute ramble.
"Sorry but I'm going have to sound like Cordelia on this one… um obvious much?" Willow groaned.
#Xander#
Xander opened his eyes, and found himself in a unfamiliar place. He was also wearing kaki pants! He didn't know what scared him more waking up in place he didn't recognize, or finding out he was wearing a pair of kaki pants! Then a sensation rippled through his body and he figured out what scared him the most. He, Xander Harris feared vampire and favorite of the Master, had a tummy ach and had to go the bathroom really bad!
+Anya+
"Another one?" the Bronze's bar tender asked her not knowing if she could handle another one.
"Yea, hit me." Anya sighed and greedily drained her twelfth glass of black coffee.
"Fine it's your bladder not mine." mumbled the bar tender as he went off to help someone else.
Anya looked at her reflection in her glass of coffee. It just wasn't fair she should have gotten her necklace back by now. Why were mortals such chickens when it came to magick? Then she heard a bang and noticed a girl she remembered seeing around school named Buffy, holding a guy up by the throat.
"Maybe this night will get interesting after all." Anya said as she took another sip of coffee and prepared herself for a show that she hoped might get at least semi amusing.
