Disclaimer: Its Joss's world, we just play in it (aka, I don't own anything, Joss Whedon does, so please don't sue me, I am just doing this for my own enjoyment. There is no money involved, and trust me, I don't have any anyway. I mean, like, none.)
Authors Note: Ok, here's the second part. Thanks to Spygrrl for reviewing. Just want to say oops sorry for the first chapter's format. Can you tell this is the first story that I put on here? Anyway, thanks to all who are reading it, hope you like it, and its gonna get real interesting as it goes on, I promise.

(starts off where last chap left off.)

"That's a hell of a wait for the likes of us." Angel stated.

"And so it is." She stated There was a slight pause, after which Angel said with a start, "Wait, you said we won. So, what about the prophesy?"

"Yeah, which one of us gets to be real again?"

"All questions will be answered..."

"Yeah, right, and we'll have them now if you don't mind." Spike interrupted.

Keira sighed once again. "Alright. The prophecy you speak of, the Shanshu prophecy had already been fulfilled before I was even alive. You see, I come from a clan of magic-wielders, some of which are given the gift of foresight, as was I. For every civilization, there will be a monumental battle between the paragons of good and bad."

"Yeah, already at that party, twice in fact." Spike stated.

"Those were, well, they were precursors. The true battle is yet to begin."

"Bullocks."

Keira looked down, "I know that you have no reason to believe me, but I am not telling a lie. This prophecy, your prophecy, the one that I saw 1500 years ago, stated that two vampires, both encompassing souls, and the strongest slayer to ever have lived, will be the three champions of their time that are chosen to defeat the three most evil creatures that ever lived."

"Let me guess, The wolf, ram and hart." Angel stated.

"Yes."

"Bloody hell, can't your bosses ever leave us alone?"

"I thought that was who we fought before we were brought here, which, by the way, where are we?" Angel asked.

"You didn't fight them, just their armies. Soon they will realize that the prophecy that they thought was real wasn't and that you are both still alive, and that is why you are here. You see, this is a magical Island. It is not visible to any and it continues to move though the oceans. My clan lived here for years, distancing themselves from others so that they could continue their traditions and magical teachings. I am the last of them. I have been alone on this island for 1200 years. These bands," she showed them the wristbands, made of gold, which were on both of her arms, "are here to keep me from harm, from aging, and from leaving this place. If ever I step out of here, I will be thrown back in. I do not need to eat, rarely need to sleep, and will heal from any minor wounds, as you saw before. From what I know, I am the link to your prophecy being fulfilled, and your, or rather, the reward, being given to the winner."

"Reward?" Angel asked.

"Yes, the final part of the prophecy states that the side that wins will have their greatest wish, their deepest desire, fulfilled."

The two men sat in silence.

"Which is why, "she stated solemnly, "you have to win. I've told you all enough for now. Get some rest. Sunlight will be here soon. The fortress is free for you to see. I'll leave you two alone now." Keira walked out of the room quickly and made her way to her own quarters.

When she was safe in her own room, Keira took a long, shaky breath. She had been waiting so long for this to happen, but now that it had begun, she was becoming scared. Because of her telepathic abilities, she could feel the emotions coming off of the two vampires in waves, and none of them were good. Anger, frustration, pain, all of them whirled around her as though she was stuck in a vortex. It almost made her knees buckle, and she began feeling sick to her stomach. How she wished that she could have left her desolate island and fought alongside the two men, to help them when they truly needed it, but no, because of someone else's decision over a thousand years ago, she was unable to even leave the building in which she dwelled.

She walked over to a table, which held a large book, and opened it forcefully. "Why didn't you tell me it was going to be this hard?" she asked it.

'What do you mean?' it wrote back.

"You know what I mean. I can feel how hard all of this has been on them, everything that they have gone through, and I just had to tell them that it isn't over yet."

'Nothing in life is ever simple, Keira.'

"How would you know, all you are is paper and binding."

'But I am also you're only link to the outside world, don't forget that.'

"How can I when you never fail to remind me. You have no idea how hard it is to live by yourself, with your only constant companion being a book with an attitude problem."

"Well, if you are going to be that way about it, how would you like if I never said anything to you again.'

"Alright, alright. Look, its just, this is the first time that another living, ok, almost living being has been in my presence, other than the griffons, and they rarely come around any more. I haven't felt another being's emotions or heard their thoughts since the last of my people died 1200 years ago. They have so much hurt inside them. I just, I wish that there was some way that I could take it from them, that I could help them more. I wish that there was some way that I could...just do something."

Keira sat down on her bed, and placed her head in her hands. All of these things that she had been holding back since she knew that they would be coming, were finally starting to come to the surface, and she knew that she had to keep her cool if she was going to be any help to them at all. Unbeknownst to her, however, someone heard her tirade to the mystical book, from just out in the hallway. Spike, who had been searching the fortress purely out of curiosity, had heard her speaking.