The silence was broken by the crash of Giles' door flying open as Buffy and Legolas burst in.

There was no time for Xander to hide and Buffy stopped when she saw him.

"Xander?" she asked puzzled.

"Hey Buff," he replied.

"Giles, what's he doing here? He's one of them now." She pulled a stake out and advanced on Xander.

Giles quickly moved between his Slayer and Xander. "Buffy, its ok," he said. He reached out his hand and took the stake from hers. "He is a Vampire...the First Vampire in fact, but its quite alright."

She stood staring at Xander. "Quite alright how?"

"He has his soul," Giles replied.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I've heard this before. Is it becoming a trend for Vampires to have souls now?"

"Only when we screw up," Xander muttered.

"Did you kill a gypsy girl too Xander?"

"No," Xander said quietly. "I killed...someone else."

There was a sadness in his eyes that puzzled Buffy. She wanted to ask who but Giles interrupted them before she could.

"Buffy, did you find anything?"

She turned to face Giles. "Angel," she said. "Something...happened to him and he has Willow."

"Something happened to him?" asked Giles. "What do you mean something happened to him?"

"Willow..." whispered Xander.

"He isn't Angel anymore. He's Angelus again," she said. "And before you say it, no I did not give him any moments of happiness so don't even start that."

"I wasn't thinking any such thing," Giles said stiffly as he slowly wiped his lenses. "But someone or something has obviously made Angelus return and we must find out what."

"We so don't have time for that," said Buffy. "He has Willow."

"And we shall save her," replied Giles. "But we need to know more before we just rush in. We don't even know where he would have taken her."

"Boromir."

They all turned to look at Legolas.

"So Robin Hood stayed behind here," Xander quipped. "We wondered what happened to you. Well you must be happy about that Buffy."

"Not now," she snapped. "I don't have time for this." She turned back to Legolas. "What about Boromir?"

"He will take her to Boromir," Legolas replied. "Boromir has power and your Angelus will need it. He is weak and needs to rebuild what he has lost."

"And you know this how?" asked Xander.

Legolas turned his steely blue eyes on the Vampire/boy. "I know more than you could even comprehend. I can feel them. Their essense calls to me. Like yours..."

Xander torn himself from Legolas' gaze. "Then why are we still here?" he said finally after an uncomfortable silence.

"Yes, indeed," agreed Giles. "Buffy, you and Legolas go find Boromir and see if Angelus has taken Willow to him."

"Not without me they don't," interrupted Xander.

"Not a good idea," said Buffy. "Willow wouldn't be able to handle.."

"I don't care," shouted Xander. "Its Willow. You aren't going without me."

"Alright. But if you get in the way.."

"I just want Willow safe."



Willow woke up. She looked around. Was she back in the warehouse? Outside she could hear voices arguing. Angel and...?

"You fool," shouted Boromir. "Why did you bring her here? Do you not know what she is?"

"She is our best chance at getting out of here alive," replied Angelus. "With her, we can force the Slayer to let us leave town. Or is that not what you want?"

Boromir growled. "I want my ring. I want my precious back. What do I care about this town or anything in it."

Angelus stood silently. The ring was gone, but he wasn't about to let Boromir know that little piece of information yet. He still had a use for the Demon.

Neither of them noticed the petite redhead creeping into the room. Willow hid herself behind a crate so she could hear them better. She thought it would be a better idea to try to hear what they were up to before escaping. Buffy would need to know their plans. If she got out of here that was.

"Without the girl," Angelus said finally, "you'll never get your ring back."

"For that reason alone, she lives," snarled Boromir.



Richard stroked his fingers over the diary on the table in front of him. Why couldn't Krytalia find anymore of the books? He needed them. Without them, he wouldn't be able to continue on with his plan.

His plan. It was all he had been thinking about for as long as he could remember. Ever since he found the book written by his ancestor. The seed planted itself in his brain that day and ever since, it had been germinating and bringing him to this point. Now only the diaries were holding him back.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that at first he didn't notice the subtle change in the air. But soon, he felt the charge as the air around him started to spark. A ball of green fire exploded in front of his desk, and when the smoke cleared, he saw a tall, very fair woman standing there.

"Quite an entrance," he said as he stood up. "But look what you've done to my carpet. Those burns will never come out."

The woman looked around the room before turning her icy eyes back on him.

"Mammen uuye sina?" she asked in a low voice.

Richard smiled. The ancient language of his ancestor. Finally, things were looking up.