Prophecy
Chapter 2
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Giles stood behind the counter to in the Magic Box, unpacking the stock that had arrived that day. The shop had been renovated after he had taken Willow to a wicca coven in England, and the only thing that had to be done was to restock the shelves.
He was staying late that night because he was hoping to reopen the next day, but since Anya had disappeared with Xander two days ago, he doubted that he could get the shop ready in time. He had been hoping that Anya would be back by now. She and Xander had left a note saying that they were going away for a few days to sort something out and told him not to worry.
Giles sighed as he looked around the cluttered shop. Boxes that still needed to be unpacked were stacked everywhere and with no help he would have no chance of finishing tonight.
'Maybe I should leave this until Anya gets back,' Giles thought to himself. He put the half-open box he had been holding on the table thinking he might get Buffy and Dawn to help him until Anya returned.
He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Halfway there he suddenly tripped over a box lying on the floor. Curiously he picked it up and looked at it, noticing that the post mark said London.
'Strange, we don't have suppliers in London,' he thought to himself.
He ripped the packing tape of and a large, very old looking book fell out. He carefully picked it up and looked at the front cover. On it was a large picture of an orb, but the strange thing about it was that it was glowing.
He lifted the cover open and a small piece of paper fell out. He bent down and picked it up.
Thought this might be of use to you and your Slayer.
The script is written in Klandashah.
Quentin Travers.
"Quentin?" Giles said in surprise. This was the first time the Council had sent him something before. Giles pulled his coat on and headed out the door, locking it behind him.
'This is going to be another long night,' he thought to himself as he headed to his apartment, wanting to study the book further.
***
"Spike?" Buffy whispered, her eyes widening in shock.
"Yeah, pet," Spike said softly.
Buffy suddenly jumped up and scrambled off the bed. She stood shakily on the other side, staring at him in shock and disbelief, not knowing if this was a dream or if he was really standing in front of her.
"Spike," Buffy whispered again. "It's you."
"Yeah," Spike said.
"You're here," Buffy said.
Spike nodded.
"Where have you been?" Buffy asked.
"I had something to take care of," Spike said, looking down.
"Oh."
There was an awkward silence, then Buffy broke it.
"Why did you go?"
"Because I had to," Spike told her. "I couldn't be around you. Not after… I had to fix it."
"Spike, I understand why you did…what you did," Buffy said. "That night was crazy for us both. And I know it's my fault that all this happened."
"No, it wasn't your fault," Spike said.
"Yes, it was. I know I lead you on. I hurt you more times than I can count. I-"
"It still doesn't make it your fault, Buffy," Spike interrupted. "You didn't make me try to… I did that. And I wish more than anything that I could take it back. I wanted to make you love me. The way I love you."
Buffy looked down, suddenly uncomfortable. "I should probably go," she said. "Dawn's probably still up waiting for me."
"Yeah," Spike agreed. "How is she?"
"She's good," Buffy told him. She'll be happy to know that you're back. She missed you."
"She did?" Spike asked, surprised.
"Yeah." Buffy walked past him and headed for the stairs.
"I'll go if you want me to," Spike called out suddenly.
Buffy turned around and stared at him.
"If you don't want me here, I'll go."
"No," Buffy said. "You don't have to go."
"Thanks," Spike said softly.
"You're welcome," Buffy said. She climbed up the ladder, leaving a stunned Spike behind.
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