A/N: hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to get another chpt out. Been
busy lately. But, I hope y'all like it. If ya get any ?'s, let me know.
Chapter Six
Final Plans
"What is it?" Buffy asked.
"Look." She pointed out the window, and they all got up to look. Dawn and Spike continued walking down the street, up the walk, and opened the door.
"What the hell are you doing, and where the hell have you been?" Buffy asked.
"Come on luv, don't get so mad. Nibblet was with me, and I walked her home. Simple as that." Spike walked in past Buffy and stood in the shadows.
"You walked her home in the middle of the day? How is that possible?" asked very confused Xander.
"You really are pathetic aren't you. Oh, don't tell me you didn't see Dawn- y here and me out for a stroll? It's a dark, overcast day, and she had the idea of the umbrella." Spike patted Dawn on the head. Anya closed the curtains in the room, and Spike sat down. "That's better. Who's your little friend?"
"Guess." Said Anya.
Spike looked closer, eying Oz up and down. "Hey, I know you. It's been a few years, but I know you. Can't remember your name, something like Oscar or Osman, wasn't it?'
"Oz. And yea, it's been about two years."
"Now I remember. You're wolf-man. The were-wolf Red dated that skipped town a while back and broke her heart. So you're back now. Good to see it. Red's been real depressed lately, I think it has something to do with her stopping magic. But, you're here now, and that'll cheer her up!"
To stop the uncomfortable silence that followed, Tara grabbed the pad on the table, and started do doodle. A few minutes passed before anyone spoke again. Anya listened to the clock tick on the wall, Xander twiddled his thumbs, Buffy glared at Dawn, Spike looked at Buffy, and everyone was nervous. "So...what are you blokes doin'?" Spike asked, trying to break the tense air.
"Trying to plan a surprise for Willow. But you can't tell her that Oz's back! That would ruin everything we're trying to do." Buffy explained
"We want to get them back together, so we're having a candle-lit dinner...just for the two of them. And, we get to cook." Tara added.
"Well, sounds like fun! Wish I could help...but, fortunately I've got plans." Spike said, starting to get up.
"But you have to help! We've already given you the job of making the dessert." Anya exclaimed.
"Great, what do I get to make, fruit cake?!" Spike asked.
"Brownies!" Anya said happily.
"Brownies! What bloody wanker designated me the official brownie baker! God, I can't believe this! I'm not bloody Martha Stewart!"
"What! You don't want to be part of our special plan to get two people who were in deep love back together, and the way you can contribute is by making chocolate-y delicious brownies?" Anya asked surprised. "Men are pitiful. If I had my powers, I would give you boils."
"Anyway...back to the plan, what's on the menu?" Dawn asked, trying to get them off Spike's back.
"It's not much, but you get to help me cook manicotti." Buffy said.
"Great. Just great." Dawn said, sounding depressed.
"I have another question. When do we want to do this? I mean, tomorrow night, or in a few days?" Xander asked
"Next Saturday night. It's the night of the full-full moon. I want Willow to see me as a man, and not the beast." Oz said. Buffy squeezed his hand, reassuring him.
"Hey Spike, what time is it? I can't see the clock from here." Tara asked.
"'Bout two thirty."
"I've gotta go! Willow's class is ending, and I told her I'd meet her after. See you guys later. It was really nice meeting you Oz. Anytime you want us out till?" Tara asked, jumping up to leave.
"About four, and don't tell anything!" Buffy answered.
"Don't worry, I won't." Tara smiled, and left.
~~ Jonathon walked over to Encephalon, who was kneeling in a circle of sixteen black and blood red candles. An emerald green potion bubbled in a small cauldron over a fire in the circle, next to him. He muttered a few words in an ancient, forgotten language, and slit his palm with a golden-handled knife. His black blood ran between his fingers as he clenched his fist over the smoking pot.
"Are you nearly done? We have to get this show on the road." Jonathon said.
"The spell must be done in order for me to do my work. It makes the brain more acceptable of my intrusion." Encephalon stated back, as he slipped into mediataion. "I will be ready by mid-day tomorrow to begin. Let no one disturbe me till then."
"Okay then, I'll just leave you." Jonathon walked out of the room, and started to make his way down the hall of the old warehouse. He joined Andrew and Warren in a room off to the left.
"Well, what's he doing?" Andrew asked.
"Completing a spell. He says he'll be ready tomorrow to start." Jonathon walked over, and sat down on a chair, one of the few pieces of furnature the room held.
"When are we gonna contact the vampires and deamons to tell them our plan?" Warren asked.
"We'll let them know when we have a few successfully brain-washed people in our care." Jonathon answered.
They all laughed at this prospect. "Good-by people, hello hell." Warren said.
Chapter Six
Final Plans
"What is it?" Buffy asked.
"Look." She pointed out the window, and they all got up to look. Dawn and Spike continued walking down the street, up the walk, and opened the door.
"What the hell are you doing, and where the hell have you been?" Buffy asked.
"Come on luv, don't get so mad. Nibblet was with me, and I walked her home. Simple as that." Spike walked in past Buffy and stood in the shadows.
"You walked her home in the middle of the day? How is that possible?" asked very confused Xander.
"You really are pathetic aren't you. Oh, don't tell me you didn't see Dawn- y here and me out for a stroll? It's a dark, overcast day, and she had the idea of the umbrella." Spike patted Dawn on the head. Anya closed the curtains in the room, and Spike sat down. "That's better. Who's your little friend?"
"Guess." Said Anya.
Spike looked closer, eying Oz up and down. "Hey, I know you. It's been a few years, but I know you. Can't remember your name, something like Oscar or Osman, wasn't it?'
"Oz. And yea, it's been about two years."
"Now I remember. You're wolf-man. The were-wolf Red dated that skipped town a while back and broke her heart. So you're back now. Good to see it. Red's been real depressed lately, I think it has something to do with her stopping magic. But, you're here now, and that'll cheer her up!"
To stop the uncomfortable silence that followed, Tara grabbed the pad on the table, and started do doodle. A few minutes passed before anyone spoke again. Anya listened to the clock tick on the wall, Xander twiddled his thumbs, Buffy glared at Dawn, Spike looked at Buffy, and everyone was nervous. "So...what are you blokes doin'?" Spike asked, trying to break the tense air.
"Trying to plan a surprise for Willow. But you can't tell her that Oz's back! That would ruin everything we're trying to do." Buffy explained
"We want to get them back together, so we're having a candle-lit dinner...just for the two of them. And, we get to cook." Tara added.
"Well, sounds like fun! Wish I could help...but, fortunately I've got plans." Spike said, starting to get up.
"But you have to help! We've already given you the job of making the dessert." Anya exclaimed.
"Great, what do I get to make, fruit cake?!" Spike asked.
"Brownies!" Anya said happily.
"Brownies! What bloody wanker designated me the official brownie baker! God, I can't believe this! I'm not bloody Martha Stewart!"
"What! You don't want to be part of our special plan to get two people who were in deep love back together, and the way you can contribute is by making chocolate-y delicious brownies?" Anya asked surprised. "Men are pitiful. If I had my powers, I would give you boils."
"Anyway...back to the plan, what's on the menu?" Dawn asked, trying to get them off Spike's back.
"It's not much, but you get to help me cook manicotti." Buffy said.
"Great. Just great." Dawn said, sounding depressed.
"I have another question. When do we want to do this? I mean, tomorrow night, or in a few days?" Xander asked
"Next Saturday night. It's the night of the full-full moon. I want Willow to see me as a man, and not the beast." Oz said. Buffy squeezed his hand, reassuring him.
"Hey Spike, what time is it? I can't see the clock from here." Tara asked.
"'Bout two thirty."
"I've gotta go! Willow's class is ending, and I told her I'd meet her after. See you guys later. It was really nice meeting you Oz. Anytime you want us out till?" Tara asked, jumping up to leave.
"About four, and don't tell anything!" Buffy answered.
"Don't worry, I won't." Tara smiled, and left.
~~ Jonathon walked over to Encephalon, who was kneeling in a circle of sixteen black and blood red candles. An emerald green potion bubbled in a small cauldron over a fire in the circle, next to him. He muttered a few words in an ancient, forgotten language, and slit his palm with a golden-handled knife. His black blood ran between his fingers as he clenched his fist over the smoking pot.
"Are you nearly done? We have to get this show on the road." Jonathon said.
"The spell must be done in order for me to do my work. It makes the brain more acceptable of my intrusion." Encephalon stated back, as he slipped into mediataion. "I will be ready by mid-day tomorrow to begin. Let no one disturbe me till then."
"Okay then, I'll just leave you." Jonathon walked out of the room, and started to make his way down the hall of the old warehouse. He joined Andrew and Warren in a room off to the left.
"Well, what's he doing?" Andrew asked.
"Completing a spell. He says he'll be ready tomorrow to start." Jonathon walked over, and sat down on a chair, one of the few pieces of furnature the room held.
"When are we gonna contact the vampires and deamons to tell them our plan?" Warren asked.
"We'll let them know when we have a few successfully brain-washed people in our care." Jonathon answered.
They all laughed at this prospect. "Good-by people, hello hell." Warren said.