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.)

Aha, chapter 3, and I finally figured out how to make the story look right. Ok, for all wondering when Buffy was gonna enter, see the end of this chap. Hope you like it!

Spike walked towards an open door with a thoughtful look on his face. He walked through the doorway only to discover that he was now in a rather impressive library, and that Angel was already there.

"Check this place out, there is so many books here." Angel said to him, without looking up.

When Spike didn't answer, Angel took his eyes off of the tome that he had been paging through, and looked at the other man.

"Well, that's not a look that's usually seen on your face."

"Oh, bugger off." Spike replied, looking at Angel with mild annoyance.

Spike then took a look at the walls that we totally covered with books of different shapes and sizes. Truly, he had never seen a library like this before, and was probably just as amazed about is as Angel was.

"So what is it?" Angel asked, not letting the look that had been pasted on Spike's face go without finding out why it was there

. "Like I should tell you."

Spike stated, walking over to a pile of books and picking up the top one. He turned it around in his hand and opened it, flipping through its pages before putting it back down.

"Whatever you say." Angel stated, looking back down at his book.

"Its that girl." Spike stated, leaning against a table.

"What, Keira or something like that?"

"Yeah. Heard her talking to herself in a room not far from here. Seems pretty upset."

Angel looked up from his book once more and glanced over at Spike. "Hmm, so that soul in there is actually working, huh?"

Spike got up and started for the door.

"Hey, c'mon, just kidding."

"Yeah, right, whatever, mate, but there's something with that girl, I'm telling you."

"She's not psycho or anything, you think."

"Nothing like that. She said, said something about feeling pain, from us, and that she wished she could help more. You think she's some type of empath or something?"

"With what we've seen, I wouldn't doubt it."

Meanwhile, as the vampires were settling in to their new surroundings on the island, Buffy Summers and her sister Dawn were walking along the canal lining streets of Venice.

"So, you both really broke up, huh?" Dawn asked her sister.

"Yeah, I don't know, its just didn't feel right all of a sudden, you know what I mean. I mean, he was nice and all, but it just felt weird."

"I get it." Her sister said, nodding her head.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Dawn asked.

"Well, knowing how our lives tend to turn out, I'm sure there is some sort of fight that we have to get to sooner or later." Buffy quipped.

As if coming in on cue, a snow white dove gently flew down towards the two girls, perched itself on Buffy's arm, and held out its leg, onto which a scrolled note was attached.

"Hmm, how very Harry Potter." Buffy stated, slightly confused while taking the note from the bird.

When the note had been taken, the bird instantly flew away and it seemed as though it disappeared.

"What does it say?" Dawn asked, trying to see the note over her sister's shoulder.

"All it says is that there's a boat waiting for us and that its safe, and don't worry. Great, see, I told you there was something that we were going to get roped into."