"Okay. You're crazy," Cordy told Buffy. "But it might work."
"Sure it will," Xander patted Buffy on the shoulder. "Won't it?"
"It's been done. I mean, feeding something to vamps through a human. Usually drugs, but this will work. Probably," she added.
"I've got a question," Cordy asked, "and it's a pretty basic one. Who?"
"Me." Buffy said. "Bagging a slayer's too good to pass up. Especially if I give her no choice."
"Right," Spike sighed. "But what happens when she kills you and the spell doesn't work?"
"The spell will work. She can't be this strong naturally. All her strength lies in her powers. This stuff is designed to work through touch. We get it into her bloodstream and even she won't be able to stop it. As for the killing part, you guys should be able to get her off me. This'll work pretty fast-"
"Instantly," Anya interrupted.
"Instantly," Buffy continued, "so she'll be a normal, young vampire. You can deal with that."
"I can if I get the crossbow." Cordy was excited.
"I'd like to deal with her," mumbled Spike.
Buffy started giving out the orders. "Xander, you and Anya go get the stuff ready for the telepathic communication, and the stuff to make you guys strong. Cordy and I'll go mix up the anti-magic mix."
"What about me, Buffy. Where do you want me?"
Buffy glared at Spike. "Stay here. Tell Dawn what's happening and take her someplace safe. They might look for her."
Buffy and Cordy went into the kitchen. They started preparing the anti-magic spell, checking that everything was non-toxic as they went. In turned out as a powder which Buffy sealed in a pouch and then they met with Xander and Anya in the living room.
Xander and Anya had turned down the lights and lit candles. On the floor was a symbol in purple sand. The four of them sat around it and held hands.
After a while of sitting and a bit of chanting, The purple sand glowed and suddenly went up in flames.
"It's ready," Anya whispered. Buffy nodded and spoke:
"Willow. I know you can hear me. I'm at the house. Listen to me. Tara too."
"Name's Viper," came the reply. "Willow's out at the moment." Tara glanced at Willow, passed out on the couch. "What do you want?"
Buffy was startled at hearing Tara so clearly "You," she stammered. "And yours, against me and mine. Now I don't know where you are, but now you know where I am. Come and get me."
The purple sand stopped burning and Buffy's hands began to hurt, causing her to let go of everyone's hands. The same thing happened to the others.
"Now what?" Xander asked.
"Now we wait. They'll come."
"Willow." Tara shook her partner awake. "Willow!"
"What?" Willow muttered.
"Buffy says it's time. She's at the house."
"Buffy? Was she telling the truth?"
"Yes. She did a spell, she was in my head, didn't you hear?"
"I heard... something. It was blurry."
"Your blurry head? Let me clear it up for you."
Tara started massaging Willow's head.
"Tara? Willow?" Amiel called from the other room.
"In here baby," Willow answered.
Amiel's hair was mussed up and she had blood stains on her chin.
"Get cleaned up," Tara ordered her.
Willow grunted in objection. "Don't be so mean. She's one of us, remember?" then, to Amiel, "C'mere."
Amiel walked to her, and Willow took her hand and passed it to Tara. Tara bent on one knee and kissed it like a fairy-tale prince. She morphed into vamp face and laughed. Willow joined her, and they kissed each-other. Amiel was left standing there, but was soon forgotten. She walked out and went to wash her face and brush her hair. She moved into the bathroom and gasped as she saw her younger brother lying against the toilet. She kicked his body out of the way and looked in the mirror. She touched where her reflection should be and felt a moment of being sorry for herself.
"I was so innocent."
She got out her mother's makeup and drew herself on the surface of the mirror.
"Perfect"
She almost walked out before realising she hadn't washed her face. She smashed the mirror and turned on the tap.
"Sure it will," Xander patted Buffy on the shoulder. "Won't it?"
"It's been done. I mean, feeding something to vamps through a human. Usually drugs, but this will work. Probably," she added.
"I've got a question," Cordy asked, "and it's a pretty basic one. Who?"
"Me." Buffy said. "Bagging a slayer's too good to pass up. Especially if I give her no choice."
"Right," Spike sighed. "But what happens when she kills you and the spell doesn't work?"
"The spell will work. She can't be this strong naturally. All her strength lies in her powers. This stuff is designed to work through touch. We get it into her bloodstream and even she won't be able to stop it. As for the killing part, you guys should be able to get her off me. This'll work pretty fast-"
"Instantly," Anya interrupted.
"Instantly," Buffy continued, "so she'll be a normal, young vampire. You can deal with that."
"I can if I get the crossbow." Cordy was excited.
"I'd like to deal with her," mumbled Spike.
Buffy started giving out the orders. "Xander, you and Anya go get the stuff ready for the telepathic communication, and the stuff to make you guys strong. Cordy and I'll go mix up the anti-magic mix."
"What about me, Buffy. Where do you want me?"
Buffy glared at Spike. "Stay here. Tell Dawn what's happening and take her someplace safe. They might look for her."
Buffy and Cordy went into the kitchen. They started preparing the anti-magic spell, checking that everything was non-toxic as they went. In turned out as a powder which Buffy sealed in a pouch and then they met with Xander and Anya in the living room.
Xander and Anya had turned down the lights and lit candles. On the floor was a symbol in purple sand. The four of them sat around it and held hands.
After a while of sitting and a bit of chanting, The purple sand glowed and suddenly went up in flames.
"It's ready," Anya whispered. Buffy nodded and spoke:
"Willow. I know you can hear me. I'm at the house. Listen to me. Tara too."
"Name's Viper," came the reply. "Willow's out at the moment." Tara glanced at Willow, passed out on the couch. "What do you want?"
Buffy was startled at hearing Tara so clearly "You," she stammered. "And yours, against me and mine. Now I don't know where you are, but now you know where I am. Come and get me."
The purple sand stopped burning and Buffy's hands began to hurt, causing her to let go of everyone's hands. The same thing happened to the others.
"Now what?" Xander asked.
"Now we wait. They'll come."
"Willow." Tara shook her partner awake. "Willow!"
"What?" Willow muttered.
"Buffy says it's time. She's at the house."
"Buffy? Was she telling the truth?"
"Yes. She did a spell, she was in my head, didn't you hear?"
"I heard... something. It was blurry."
"Your blurry head? Let me clear it up for you."
Tara started massaging Willow's head.
"Tara? Willow?" Amiel called from the other room.
"In here baby," Willow answered.
Amiel's hair was mussed up and she had blood stains on her chin.
"Get cleaned up," Tara ordered her.
Willow grunted in objection. "Don't be so mean. She's one of us, remember?" then, to Amiel, "C'mere."
Amiel walked to her, and Willow took her hand and passed it to Tara. Tara bent on one knee and kissed it like a fairy-tale prince. She morphed into vamp face and laughed. Willow joined her, and they kissed each-other. Amiel was left standing there, but was soon forgotten. She walked out and went to wash her face and brush her hair. She moved into the bathroom and gasped as she saw her younger brother lying against the toilet. She kicked his body out of the way and looked in the mirror. She touched where her reflection should be and felt a moment of being sorry for herself.
"I was so innocent."
She got out her mother's makeup and drew herself on the surface of the mirror.
"Perfect"
She almost walked out before realising she hadn't washed her face. She smashed the mirror and turned on the tap.