Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get out! I graduate from university tomorrow, so things are REALLY insane around here right now!
So here we are. I know there wasn't much of a cliffhanger and it wasn't supposed to be. But I love Anya and had to bring her back. I brought back another too that will be described in the Chapter.
So quick recap: Anya has returned from the dead and is standing at Xander's doorstep. Xander and Cho are scheduled to be married in SIX days. Dawn is still spastic since her return to the living although in the next two chapters, look for her to make a real large life decision. Willow and Tara are still getting closer while we start seeing Kennedy and Willow drift farther apart. Buffy has not chosen a suitor yet, because it's getting harder. Ron and Hermione have fallen apart completely as Ron has fallen for a Slayer. Ginny, meanwhile, is determined to hold onto Harry and has a few surprises in store for him! Percy has been loitering about having absolutely no storyline because he was essential toward the end. Look for his big day to come after the wedding chapters.
Still to come... the wedding of Cho's dreams is about to happen, until her fiancée's ex shows up and destroys the happiest day of her life! Harry and Ginny made a promise toward one another and Dawn makes the biggest decision of her life - again. Willow is torn between Kennedy and Tara until the ultimate betrayal threatens to tear her apart, again. The British Ministry returns in full force once the strength of the American Ministry is uncovered. Dawn and Draco are reunited with their daughter, Joy. For the first time in their lives, the Trio is about to be ripped apart, unless there's one last chance for Hermione's happiness. Never cross a pissed off witch unless you know who you're dealing with. Buffy and Anya face a showdown. Buffy finally chooses who she really loves. And one of the Buffy gang will leave the group forever. That's to come in the next ten chapters!
Whew. Once again, a longer chapter. I think all of these will be a bit longer now! Reviews, as always, are more than welcome. They're cake and cookies in it for you!
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Chapter 19
Storm Warning
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Hermione continued walking outside until she was near the stables, her eyes drawn to the starry sky. For some reason, she wished she were anywhere but here. Every single time she thought of smiling, she took the chance knowing that someone who had loved her had given his heart away to another woman.
Just thinking about it made the bitter taste in her mouth reappear.
Xander had been right, she thought. Time would heal her.
But seeing Ron with that... that Slayer... that would kill her, day after day.
Perhaps she would take the next flight out, when the chance came. Eventually the Ministry would send for Percy. It was her only escape, she figured.
She sighed, turning away from the one peaceful place she'd found solace the past few days.
A figure lingered in the doorway, walking toward her. With a heavy sigh, she attempted to melt into the shadows and disappear from view but to her horror a voice cut out across the grounds.
"Wouldn't do you any good," a voice called out jovially. "I saw you come out here."
Hermione groaned and stepped back into the light. She recognized the person standing in the light now that she had a good view of him. "You're Andrew, aren't you?"
"I am," he said, his voice calm and controlled. He crossed his arms, sizing her up. "You're the Granger girl."
Hermione nodded, before gesturing toward the open door and the cool night. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, some of us noticed how anti-social you've been today," Andrew commented, taking no heed of her willingness to be alone and joining her side. "I just happened to notice that you've been avoiding everyone."
"It's been a crappy day," Hermione said, staring at the sky, willing the tears to stop threatening her tight control. "You know... girl loves boy, boy dumps girl..."
"I thought as much," Andrew said quietly, turning to her. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I know you probably want to be alone and in your situation I wouldn't blame you... but I don't know Melanie at all and I can barely pronounce your name... I might be the jackass to talk to, if all men are jackasses."
Hermione smiled in spite of herself. "Not all men are jackasses," she said, turning and beckoning him to walk with her. "Just one or two."
"Including your ex?" Andrew asked gently.
Hermione nodded, finally feeling the tears prickle behind her eyelids. "I don't know why I let him hurt me so much," she whispered.
Andrew leaned over and took her hand, pulling her along. "Keep talking... it'll make you feel better."
Hermione shrugged and followed along, surprised that the tears disappeared. "What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Start from the beginning," Andrew suggested.
Hermione felt herself going back in time as they walked along the edge of the stables and she recounted her story.
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Xander was having more problems than he could count. He glanced over at Anya, who was sitting on his couch, peacefully waiting his promise of a heavy blanket and a strong cup of tea.
He returned, slipping a quilt over her shoulders. She smiled her thanks as he disappeared into the kitchen.
It was still so hard, recovering from the shock of seeing his dead ex standing at his front door. It didn't happen everyday. His hand shook slightly as he poured hot water into a mug and added a teabag. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, so much he wanted to know. But he held his silence as he returned to her side, handing her the steaming mug.
She stared at him a moment before accepting it. She stared into the cloud of steam a moment before risking a sip and holding the mug tightly in her cold hands.
Xander remembered the first moment his brain actually worked again since he'd pulled the door open. She'd been standing there, a tired, almost desperate look on her face. She hadn't said a word. Xander had reached out to take her hand and it was ice cold.
He remembered the she'd liked tea when she was alive, so it seemed like a perfect alternative to cold hands.
She was staring at him again and he found himself lost in her eyes. He finally drew his gaze away as she returned her gaze to the mug. He was waiting for her to talk first, but she appeared to be in no hurry to do anything, let alone speak.
It seemed almost surreal. The moment he opened the door, it was as though he'd been hit by a thousand volts of electricity. Her face was as familiar to him as he'd seen it so many times in his dreams. Being able to touch it again, to hold her cold face between his warm hands... it was something he thought would never happen again.
And here she was, sitting in front of him, staring into a stupid mug of tea.
He felt compelled to say something just then and cleared his throat. She looked up at him with sad eyes and the choke died away in his throat. The look in her eyes was enough to tell him something was wrong. She had been through a terrible ordeal.
But before he could ask her what was wrong, a knock sounded at the door.
The spell was broken.
Anya stood up, the mug still in hand, the blanket slipping from her thin shoulders, her scared eyes darting from the door back to Xander, who rose with a panic.
It could be Cho behind that door, he told himself as he moved as though paralyzed toward it. He knew his brain wasn't functioning correctly, because Cho never knocked on the door.
He pulled it open to see Tara on the other side.
He felt a crushing sense of relief to see her. The moment she saw his face, her own eyes widened and she asked quietly to be let inside. Wordlessly, Xander pulled the door open for her. Tara stepped inside, her eyes meeting Anya's.
And then a delighted grin broke across Tara's face.
Xander felt even more relief at this. Tara, too, had escaped death. And here was Anya, back from the dead. Tara would understand, she had to.
Tara politely asked how Anya was. Anya looked at Xander before looking back down at her tea. Turning, she sat back down, choosing not to answer. Tara sensed something was wrong and moved further into the room. She sat down next to Anya and offered her hand. Anya slipped her cold hand into Tara's warm one and both women closed their eyes.
Xander moved to his front door and closed it, not realizing he'd left it open.
Tara finally stood up and turned to him and asked that Anya stay in her room that night. Xander felt even more relief as he accepted and watched as Tara led Anya away.
But as she passed, Anya laid a hand on his arm, her eyes searching his. He felt his tongue jammed in the roof of his mouth and couldn't respond, his own eyes showing how clearly startled he was to see her again and his desperation for her to be taken away.
He didn't know how well she could see this.
He watched as both women disappeared and closed the door behind them again, letting out a long breath.
He turned around, picking up the blanket and dumping the tea from the mug. He felt as though he were moving through a dreamlike trance and smiled a small smile.
Her hands had been so cold.
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It was just after midnight when a knock sounded on Buffy's door. She groaned, rolling over in her bed as a second knock sounded, more urgent. She sat up, turning on the light and called out, "Come in!"
Dawn entered, wearing a bathrobe, looking quite pale. "Hi, did I wake you?"
"Not remotely," Buffy yawned, moving over to make room for her sister on her bed. "What is it, Dawnie?"
"I can't sleep," Dawn admitted, laying down at her sister's feet, looking almost forlorn. "I just can't now..."
"You're going back to see Irina in the morning, aren't you?" Buffy asked, stretching.
"That's not what I'm worried about," Dawn replied, stopping Buffy in mid-stretch.
"You've got me worried now, Dawn..." Buffy said, eyeing her sister carefully as she rose from her bed and moved to a cabinet, pulling a bottle of water down and two glasses. "What is it?"
"Draco," Dawn said, picking at the loose strings on Buffy's comforter. "I'm worried about him. And I know I shouldn't be, but the goddess put a lot of things in perspective for me. I need to concern myself with my own life now, not with him... but I can't help but think what might happen if I ever did get my daughter back. I don't even know what she looks like... or if she'll recognize him..."
"I guess you'll have to see when the time comes," Buffy replied, handing Dawn a glass of water as she, too, sat down.
Dawn stared at the glass a moment before setting it aside with a heavy sigh. "Why am I doing this to myself?" she demanded, angry. "Irina kept telling me I blame myself for Joy's disappearance and kidnapping by the Ministry... and maybe I do! But why in the hell would she tell me that I need to work things out with Draco?"
"He loved you enough to travel thousands of miles, didn't he?" Buffy reminded her softly as she took a sip of her water.
"I know," Dawn said, glancing down at her hands. "And it scares me. It scares me to know that someone loves me so much and it's something I want to forget. I wish he'd disappear because that's how I felt when they lied to me about what really happened. I was so in love with him, and it all faded away. I never knew he was still in love with me."
"Sometimes, things like that happen," Buffy said helplessly as Dawn stood up and began to pace around her bedroom. "That's all."
"It isn't all," Dawn hissed angrily, turning on her heel, her long fair hair flying out at a perfect arc. "I'm not ready to face this fight."
"What?" Buffy asked, startled by this.
"I'm not ready to take on the Ministry alone," Dawn admitted, defeated. "Irina helped me to see that I need Draco. I need his strength. Don't get me wrong, Buff, I love you and you're my sister. You died to protect me and to save the world... but now I don't need my sister or the Slayers... I want my daughter back. I want her in my arms. I want to be there when she wakes up in the morning... and... I want her Father to be there when I do all of these things. I need him, Buffy. I need his help to get my daughter back."
"You do know that we'll do everything we can to help, right?" Buffy asked, draining the rest of her water and setting the glass aside.
Dawn turned again, continuing her pace. "I know you will," she replied with a tense smile. "I never doubted any of that... but... Irina helped me face some things. One thing is... Joy needs a Father once she's rescued. You can't help me with that."
"No," Buffy said in a sharp voice, "I can't. But I'll get her back for you, Dawnie. I promise."
"I know one of us will," Dawn said with a smile of relief as she reached for her water and sat back down again. "Or one of us will die trying."
"I'm not willing to go that far again," Buffy said, taking Dawn's empty glass and returning them to the cabinet. "What are you and Irina talking about tomorrow?"
"Glory," Dawn said suddenly. Buffy turned to her in surprise. "I have a few trust issues with gods... and although Irina is nice and everything, we're going to spend some time talking about her. Apparently her realm took over part of Glory's realm and managed to sway its citizens into the peaceful heavenly dimension she owns."
"Thespia is a beautiful Heaven," Buffy said quietly, sitting down again and wrapping the blankets around her legs.
"What was it like?" Dawn asked suddenly.
Buffy looked surprised at the question, yet answered it as though talking about her fondest memories. "Heaven was a place where I felt complete. Everyone I knew was all right. They were all there, including Mom. There was no more darkness and the weight of the world was gone..."
"Maybe someday I'll be there," Dawn said softly, her eyes shining with tears. "It's not really fair you got to see Mom first."
"She's waiting for both of us," Buffy assured her, taking Dawn's hand in hers. "But until then, do what you do best, Dawnie. Be the woman I know you are. Mom would be so proud to see how beautiful and intelligent and strong you've become. She'd be so proud to be a grandmother. I can feel her looking down on us sometimes, smiling, shining in her grace, whatever that is."
Dawn smiled too, brushing the tears away. "I miss her so much sometimes... I feel like I can't get through this without her. Maybe that's why I shut down."
"I shut down too until I was told death was my gift," Buffy said, leaning over and tucking a lock of Dawn's hair behind her ear. "And you know what? It was worth it."
"Just don't do it again," Dawn said, her eyes pleading. "Promise me you won't just die again, even if it is to save the world."
"I promise," Buffy said, hugging her sister tightly. "Now get to bed. Willow is taking you back into LA first thing in the morning."
"Yes, ma'am," Dawn chuckled as she stood up and headed for the door. "Um, Buffy?"
"Yeah?" Buffy asked as she slid down her bed, eager to get back to sleep.
"Thank you. Thank you so much for everything."
"You're welcome."
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It was well into the middle of the night when Hermione finally stopped talking. They were in the main library in two very comfortable chairs in front of the roaring fireplace. In the past several hours, they'd walked around the stables, the pond and the pool several times before retreating into the cafeteria for a late night snack. Afterwards, Andrew had shown her his private balcony on the roof of the dormitories where her voice had faded.
It was here she felt so close to the stars. She felt even more alive.
And her tone had suggested that change. Instead of blaming Ron for the turn of events, she turned her coldness toward herself and toward the fates which had brought them to this cold place together.
But now she was tired of talking, of blaming herself for Ron's betrayal. She had been so close to tears many times in the night and now she finally understood why.
About an hour before, she'd stopped blaming herself and felt herself grow even stronger. She wouldn't run to England, the betrayed in the large American fiasco. Her reasoning was simple. Ron was of Britain, Melanie of North America. Ron would eventually return to the country with her. And Mel would have to face the same anxieties Hermione now did, with Ron in the presence and kindness of another woman.
But another part of her wanted to run as fast as she could back to England, back to the safety net that had become her adult life. Things were much simpler when you were in England, she reasoned.
Finally, she stopped talking, adding, "I think I've said all that you wanted to know."
Andrew had made a perfect audience, listening inquisitively and asking questions in a pensive manner. He listened to her every word, her every wound, her every complaint and never once added one of his own.
He was showing himself to be the kind of man she had always respected: wonderful. He was the kind of man she had always hoped Ron would turn into.
As she stopped talking, she turned to the fire and stared at it, the embers reflecting in her eyes.
"You told me that before you and Ron got together, you had another... err, male friend?" Andrew asked behind her.
Hermione was almost reluctant to discuss the past again, but she decided it could only be for the best. "I did. He was an international league Quidditch player and wonderfully intelligent. I didn't fall for him because he was famous... I fell because of who he was, no matter the amount of fame he had. Ron was jealous because I think he wanted me to like him... but..."
"I think you're starting to understand how Ron felt like," Andrew replied, standing up and stretching. "Cider?"
"Please," Hermione said with a grin, returning her gaze to the dancing flames. "Maybe I am starting to think like he felt. He... we had this connection since the beginning. I didn't begin to touch it until we'd gotten together our sixth year. It was the beginning of a wonderful opera... that ended when he stabbed me in the back and decided he'd rather be with that Slayer whore. She should have known he was already taken!"
"I thought we agreed that anger wasn't the best way to direct your energies," Andrew chided her gently as he handed her a steaming cup of cider. "In fact, I..."
His voice suddenly dropped off and Hermione turned around in her chair to look at him. But his gaze was directed at the door and his jaw was slightly dropped. "Andrew?" she asked gently.
When she saw that his gaze did not break, she turned in her chair the opposite direction to see what was happening.
Two women had entered the library. She recognized Tara immediately and jumped to her feet. She had no idea who the other woman she was leading around by the hand was... nor did she care. But Andrew did. He looked as though he had just seen death. "Andrew?" she asked again, her voice more sharp.
"Anya?" Andrew gasped instead. His eyes were wide with horror, but his face was struggling to deal with the shock. "Anya?"
"Not now, Andrew," Tara said quickly. "She just got here. I plan on taking her before the Watchers tomorrow at noon. You're welcome to join us, but until then, could you please leave the room?"
Hermione glanced curiously between Tara and Andrew, but rose nonetheless and returned to Andrew's balcony with him. It was then he finally managed to choke out a few words. "She died... I watched her die... how can she..."
"Magic," Hermione said immediately. "I could feel it around her."
"Look, Hermione," Andrew said, turning to her as though apologizing for his actions.
"You don't have to apologize," Hermione said, holding up her hand. "After all, you listened to me babble all night about nothing in particular importance... and you just saw your dead girlfriend..."
"She's not my girlfriend," Andrew said quickly. "But she was a friend, a Scooby." He seemed to come to his senses and returned his gaze to her eyes. "I'm glad you talked to me, Hermione. Having a heart-to-heart seemed to be exactly what you needed... you seem to be more lucid now, and not apt to run to Britain when the time comes."
"Err, right," Hermione said, flashing him a quick smile, seizing her opportunity to back out now that Andrew was distracted by Anya's return, whoever she was. "I'm going to go and sleep now... you don't have to worry about me anymore."
His eyes were still full of concern as Hermione disappeared. As she left, he felt the strangest sensation of being pulled back in time. He saw it clearly as though it was torture for him to see it.
Anya was there, a sword in hand. They had been fighting the ubervampires when a large group of bringers had appeared. As one pinned him to the wall, Anya had thrust forward, her sword clearly impaling his body onto its shiny surface. In the next instant, her own voice cried out with pain as a sword slashed from shoulder diagonally down to her abdomen, cutting her nearly in half. As she fell to the ground, Andrew could see the shock in her eyes.
He remembered the look in her eyes the instant he'd seen her downstairs.
That shock still hadn't left them.
He shuddered slightly, half-tempted to run to Xander. But he knew what Xander's reaction would be. It would jeopardize his engagement. He would find out soon enough in the morning, far away from Cho who would be doing drilling exercises.
Yes, the thought to himself as he returned to his own apartment in the attic of the dormitories. He would wait until tomorrow.
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It was closing in on dawn when Spike and Angel returned from the depths of the hand-built graveyard following a midnight training session with the youngest Slayers. As the younger girls streamed behind them, longingly eyeing the building, Spike turned to Angel with a smirk. "Don't you remember the days when Slayers would give you a run for the energy?"
Angel, who knew exactly what he was talking about, smirked in return. "Don't kid yourself, Spike."
Spike laughed and waved the younger girls, dismissing them to sleep.
They suddenly noticed a figure lingering by the front entrance.
It was Xander.
"Xander?" Spike called as he and Angel approached. "I thought you'd be sleeping with the missus."
Xander looked torn about something, but he wasn't sure whether or not to tell them. "There's a meeting this morning," he finally choked out in a harsh voice that sounded not like his own. "I have something to tell you."
"Are you resigning?" Angel asked, shocked.
"Don't sound too excited," Xander said with a wan smile. This caught Spike's curiosity. Something was definitely eating at him.
The two entered the school and retreated to their basement cavern as sunlight filled the beautiful campus. "I wonder what's going on," Angel said, opening a large pint and pouring it carefully into an electric kettle.
Spike shrugged and stared at the sunlight approaching and fading from the steps. "Something's definitely up."
They only had to wait a few hours more to find out.
It was a small gathering in the library that the two attended. A few of the Watchers including Giles were there. Xander was sitting in his usual chair, looking almost scared to move or even blink. The doors opened after the vampires walked in, admitting Buffy, Faith and Willow. All three looked openly curious as they took other empty chairs. "What's up?" Faith asked curiously as she sat down.
The doors opened again and many heads turned as one as Tara entered, pulling someone else behind her.
Suddenly Spike understood, the cigarette he'd been holding in such the fashion fumbling from his fingertips and bouncing to the floor.
It was Anya.
"What..." Buffy gasped as she stood up, Willow right behind her.
"Xander... how long has she been here?" Willow asked suddenly.
Anya cleared her throat loudly. "I'm sorry... I should have come to you all sooner..."
"She's been here since late last night," Xander mumbled quickly.
"I don't know where..." She turned sadly to her clothes, which had been borrowed from Tara, and began examining her hands, which had slight burns all around them.
"It's okay," Buffy said quickly, pulling Anya to her. "I can't believe... after all this time, it's you."
Anya seemed to get even more uncomfortable as the others gathered around them.
Only Willow and Xander hung back. "Have you told Cho yet?" Willow asked him.
"No, and I won't... somehow, some way... I'll keep her from my wedding," Xander said, his eyes cast downwards.
"Like it or not, she's back in our lives," Willow said. "We can't just dismiss her."
"Are you picking up any vibes?" Xander asked hopefully.
Willow glared at him slightly before shrugging. "No... but hopefully she'll open up soon enough. Maybe we'll get Angel's shrink to talk to her... Anya's usually much more verbal than this."
"She's been dead four years, Wil."
"I know, Xander... I'm just trying to lighten the mood."
"I appreciate your efforts."
"Thank you."
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"Anya's in."
"It's about time."
"You can't expect these things to happen overnight... I mean, you brought her back from the dead."
"I've done worse. I've been through worse. How do you think I felt when I woke up and found my skeleton lying next to me? Stupid shamans couldn't even get the ritual right."
"Well, at least they put my skin on the right way."
"A pity."
"Well, you're finally awake," the first female voice said, sounding bemused.
"I was just informed of the second coming," the second female voice said sarcastically. "Who's this?"
"You don't recognize him?"
She stared. "No."
"You did go to school with him for fourteen years. I can't expect you to remember everything."
"I spent the better part of my teenage years as a rat, remember?"
"We all have our miserable sob stories."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch... is that all you women do?"
"You don't have much respect for women, do you, Warren?" the first woman asked coldly. She stood up, crossing her arms defiantly, eyes narrowed as she inspected the boy in front of her. "No matter. We'll use magic."
"You expect me to use my hard-earned magic on... him?" the second voice asked as coldly, as she too turned to survey the boy. "He isn't deserving of it."
"He has a job to do," the first voice replied as the woman stared hard into the eyes of the other one.
The boy shifted from side to side. "It'd be nice if I knew exactly what I am supposed to do."
"The witch," the second voice said simply. "You nearly destroyed her and the world along with her... but... she killed you first. Imagine her reaction in this perfect plane of existence if the one thing that nearly pushed her over the edge came back to life?"
"Willow?" Warren gasped, his eyes wide. "You want me to kill Willow?"
"You misunderstand," the first woman, Lilah Morgan, said, stepping around her desk and leaning against it. "You'll do worse than kill her. You'll hurt her. She's the most powerful one in that group. What we need is someone that isn't to give us a full path to the girl."
"Girl?" Warren asked blankly.
Amy Madison, the second woman, stepped closer to him, as though looking for holes in his body. "This make and model is quite stupid... I wish you would have thought of something else."
Lilah sighed heavily, tapping one stiletto-heeled toe on the cold concrete floor. "Dawn. The kid, right? Only she's not such a kid anymore. She's our key now. We need her. We can disassemble the Slayers, that isn't a problem. Our problem is the Witch."
"What do I do?" Warren asked blankly.
"Use her lover?" Amy said with a smirk, stepping over to him. "Her new lover. And you might be interested to know that the other witch is still alive, but if you destroy Willow, you'll destroy--"
"Tara's alive?" Warren gaped.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Amy demanded, cutting Warren off and turning to Lilah. "You can plan and organize to take over the world, woman, but damn, can you not get the right person for the right job. I told you I would handle it."
"You let Dawn escape in the first place," Lilah said softly, staring at her fingernails. "The boy stays." Her eyes drifted to Warren's. "Tara's not only alive, but she didn't die when you shot her. She ended up spending a couple of years in England which is thankfully too boring a story for me to tell you. The point is, Willow has a second lover. She's a Slayer too. If the Slayers betray the Witch, their power comes undone. Anya has been given her instructions to use the lover. It will be your job to attack Willow personally. I want not just to hurt her. I want to destroy her."
Amy grinned a quiet grin from her corner. "As for the Slayers, we have another plan. And those idiots from England? They are about to discover they are in way over their furry little heads."
"Amy is handling the arrangements for a little surprise for our friends in England. The attack on their precious hospital was only the beginning. We have confidants in the next world they can only dream about."
"So... where do I go?" Warren asked finally.
"Amy and one of her loyal guards will take you to the Slayer's campus... I think I forgot to mention that part. Sunnydale was destroyed nearly five years ago."
"Oh."
"You'll ride to the new Academy and you will stay there. Stay hidden. We concocted a shack with good equipment in the hills behind the school. If you avoid the Slayers, and there are over a hundred of them, and stay out of sight... you should accomplish your mission for now. Reconnaissance. Only looking out. I want to make sure our Anya is doing her first assignment."
"Which is what?"
"Our little friend Xander," Amy said, filling in quickly, "is getting married this weekend. Anya has been given orders to do what she can to make sure it doesn't happen."
Warren looked astounded.
"B-But... Xander and Anya were engaged!"
"Xander never told his new fiancée about her," Lilah said, lifting a small, glowing paperweight off her desk and tossing it from hand to hand. "Imagine her surprise when she finds out the woman who never existed is sitting in Xander's apartment this very moment..."
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To be continued...
Chapter 20 is here! The wedding you've been waiting for has arrived! Along with chapter 21, we'll see what happens to Xander and Cho as they live the last two days before their wedding!
Chapter 22 - Anya's master plan has been laid before her. Along with Warren, they'll use one of Willow's closest friends against her in the ultimate betrayal which will end one relationship, once and for all.
Chapter 23 - The British Ministry is reeling from a brutal attack of power from the American Ministry. This means war as Percy is sent back to London to "gather them".