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A/N: I'm sorry for the slow updates, I've been busy a lot lately (a few of you probably know why) I know this chapter is short, but I want to get it out of the way, before I start begin writing the main plot in later chapters. I promise that the future chapters will be longer. Thanks for all the reviews!!!!
Was she dead?
That was one of the million questions that went threw Willow Rosenberg's head as she got up. She was on a mountain of some kind that over looked a small village. The houses were made of thatch and brick. Each had a small chimney that was puffing up large whiffs of black smoke.
Looking out to the horizon, Willow watched a vulture circle around its prey. Mesmerized, she began her descent down the mountain. Paying no attention to her footing, she lost her balance and tumbled down the cliff.
Scarred, and full of blood, she continued her journey to where the vulture was. Oblivious to the cold and her injuries she walked for what seemed like forever until she reached a small plateau.
The vulture was still going in circles in the sky, but it wasn't in fact stalking it's prey. It seemed to be guarding a portal of some kind. As Willow approached the portal, the bird let out a loud screech and swooped down. Grabbing Willow with his claws, he pushed her into the portal.
She was falling, falling, falling. Time seemed to have ceased to exist. She was surrounded by black.
Willow continued to fall, then all of a sudden she stopped. Looking around she gasped. There were flames everywhere. Large and orange they stood out against the black void. The flames engulfed everything that came into their path and as soon as Willow spotted an archway not too far from her, they began to make their way towards her. Terror. That was what Willow felt as she ran as fast as her burnt legs allowed her to. Her hands were scorched and her mouth dry.
Running fast, she narrowly missed a flame as it jumped onto her. Running through the door way she stopped. On the floor were dozens of bodies, all glowing bright red. Looking at her own hands, she noticed they were glowing a dull green.
Buffy and Giles walked through the streets of London,both unsure of what to say.
Their silence continued until Giles cleared his throat.
"Buffy" he started "I'd like to apologize for what Quentin said earlier today"
"If anyone should apologize, it should be him"
"I'm afraid Quentin isn't one for apologies"
"Then why do you look up to him?"
Giles looked at Buffy. For a blonde she was very insightful.
"I guess its because he's everything I want to be"
"So you actually agree with this Council crap."
"What's not to agree with them?"
Now it was Buffy's turn to study Giles. It was only then when she finally get eye contact with him that she noticed how he didn't mean what he was saying. Deciding not to push the matter any further, she changed the subject.
"Giles, can I ask you a question?"
"Why of course"
"What is Spike?"
Giles stopped. That was the last question he expected her to ask.
TBC......
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