"Kiss me," said Nina, pulling Spike closer. They were dancing in the center
of the floor, with Faith and Angel beside them. The crowd had grown to
around a hundred, and more were outside the door dancing in the streets.
"You better hope the neighbors don't complain!" Yelled Faith.
"There are no neighbors!" Yelled back Nina, pushing Spike back away, and
continuing to dance.
BAM!
All of sudden the doors were open, and a cloud of dust filled the doorway.
"Buffy," Yelled Faith.
"Oh great, the hero's here," said Nina.
"That's right," answered Buffy, "the hero. What were you expecting?"
"More people," answered Nina truthfully. "I was pretty sure you wouldn't
come after us until tomorrow. It's not like you to put so many people in so
much danger."
"What are you talking about?" Asked Buffy.
"One little word, for one little spell, will make everyone in this room
turn against you, and kill you. Didn't you know I was capable of that?"
"Giles did tell us you were into Wicca."
"Well, I'm not just into it, I'm the best."
"Isn't that right Mr. Travers?"
"It is," he answered, coming forward.
"Well, now that you've filled us in on something, let me fill you in on the
reason we're here."
"Oh wait," stopped Nina, "Let me guess. You came here, not to harm anyone
else but Faith, am I right?"
"You are."
"Well, guess what."
"You won't let us."
"Right," answered Nina, "And if you give me 7 days, I'll give you three
reasons you should not kill Faith."
"You really think you can do that?" Asked Giles.
"Yeah," cut in Xander, "You do know it's impossible right?"
"It's not impossible," answered Nina, "And I'll prove it to you. Give me
one week."
"Alright," said Buffy, "One week."