DC: I do not own Buffy and Co. They belong to Joss Whedon, who won't let me borrow Spike for reasons to be undisclosed. (HEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Chapter Three: Buffy

Song: Creed, "One" from MY OWN PRISON

"Buffy, are you sure you wish to do this?" Giles asked, sipping a glass of brandy.

"It's already becoming a karaoke party anyways, so why not keep it up? I'm sure Xander likes the idea, and Anya... well... you never can tell with her. As long as everyone's having fun," she said, exasperated. Buffy stood up and went to tell the deejay which song to play.

"Affirmative may be justified

Take from one, give to another

The goal is to be unified

Take my hand, be my brother

The payment silenced the masses

Santified by oppression

Unity took a backseat

Sliding further into regression

One

The only way is one

I feel angry I feel helpless

Don't try and change my mind

Society blind by color

Why hold down one to raise another

Discrimination now on both sides

Seeds of hate blossom further

The world is heading for mutiny

When all we want is unity

We may rise and fall, but in the end

We meet our fate together

One

The only way is one

I feel angry I feel helpless

Want to change the world

I feel violent, I feel alone

Don't try and change my mind"

"I guess it's becoming a real party now, huh?" Xander asked as Buffy walked back to their table. Anya shot him a dirty look amdist a head of puffy blonde curls.

"Well, I want to go next, then!" Anya said. Oh, boy. What have we gotten into?