Déjà Vu, by Salix Ardens

Chapter 2

A/N: This one is very very short. Which you probably could have figured out on your own.

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"Okay, this is very confusing," Spike said. "I thought I was dead. Well I am, but just undead, not dead and who the bloody HELL am I talking to?" His eyes fell on the chair he had broken. "Best not go near that." He inched around it, headed up the ladder, and sat on the stone coffin.

Looking around the room, he noticed a ragged tapestry against the wall that seemed to be pushing itself into the wall. Spike saw that the door was slightly ajar and the breeze from it was blowing the tapestry. He got up, shut the door, and pushed the threadbare fabric aside. "Well, this is interesting."

What Spike saw was what looked like an aquarium. A liquid filled a cubical hole in the wall, held in by glass. Spike thought it was water, but without light, he couldn't be sure. He turned around, grabbed a burning torch from the wall, and turned back to the strange hole. Spike leaned close to the glass.

The door banged open, just as it had before, scaring Spike out of his half-wits. The shock caused him to pitch forward, and both his face and the torch smashed through the glass. The liquid came pouring out all over Spike. His first thought was, "I knew it! It is water." His second, and final, thought was, "HOLY WATER!!! I hope my clothes don't melt..." And he combusted in a steaming pile of ash, which included the clothes.

Willow and Tara stood in shock. "I guess he's not all right," squeaked Willow.

TBC!